Lesson the Second: Make Sure You Have a Really Big Gun.

Day 732

I've been scouting the area for vehicles for the last three days. The highway coming through this area is littered with cars but I can't drag a car back with me too the fortress, goddamit. This is far too hard on my own but my plan is forming nicely. I should be out of here within a week if the vehicle search continues too be successful. And too think that a two years ago I was a naive, city-slicking little miss princess. I would be the last one I would've pegged too survive, i guess i can thank a right place, right time mentality and a serious sense of self-preservation.

There is a promising SUV but my only issue is having enough petrol too make it the 710 km journey down too the end of the North Island. I have a stockpile here that I've been building but if I take the SUV, it will suck through the gas. My only hope was that some of the small towns on the way had not been so completely destroyed and their gas stations have some petrol left. The thought of the outside world, outside my seriously reinforced prison that i've built for myself, is at once like pure temptation but at the same time, like the scariest nightmare i've ever had. And i, am running headfirst, smack bam into the middle of it.

I don't even know what the world outside is like past the tiny, abandoned township and the huge empty highways that I track during the day. I don't know what my home, the largest city in the whole of New Zealand, even looks like now. I'm picturing burning buildings and that scent of smoldering human flesh that my undead friends tend too permeate after I serve them a molotov cocktail with a side order of gun shots too the face. But, what would it really be like?

Oh well. The time is nigh, so too speak.

I guess that SUV is really the best option. It's had the first automatic transmission I've found in my quest for a decent utility vehicles. God, that brings a smile too my face. It makes me think of him trying too teach me how too drive his big white manual car. I try and forget out the world before the infection, my world. My insular, small, perfect life where my biggest problem was my university assignments. And now I'm going on a suicide mission.

My biggest questions about what has happened too the world has never been a why or a how, it's always been who survived? I know my mother and her boyfriend both got sick and are most likely either dead or snacking on brains.
I had been living in an apartment on my own and when they got taken into hospital, I moved into the family home and when i ended up fleeing for the survivors camp that i had so hoped would be up the coromandel ranges, I armed myself. I had never been so thankful for a well-stocked gun cabinet. I had never even fired a shot before all of this shit but now...

Forgive me, whoever finds this, my new purpose has made me introspective. I want too share my story as much as possible, I want the world too know who I was and how I lived. Maybe a survivor will find this if I die within 48 hours of leaving and can come use my home. One could only hope.

I shall go back tomorrow and start fortifying the SUV as best I can, that should only take me a few days.

There have been some strange, large, footprints around my property line, singular though. Hopefully one of the sheep stumbled away from the herd, taking on a runner just wastes precious ammunition and firepower. I hate runners.

Oh well, I have a really big gun.
Come and get it, big boy.