Taking risks. . . .

July 5th. . .

Dominque woke me up early , my battery power in the radio was low but she talked my ear off all the same.

She told me they had been hearing a group of zombie shambling around the back of their safe house and it was begining to freak her out just a little because she saw the horde and there were too many of them for such a small group to finish off.

We began devising an escape route , before it all went down hill, my brother was invovled in city planning and knew every inch of our city , he showed me a map and i memorized it well, there were some underground tunnels below Bleaker which the city planning office wasn't sure what to do with.

I told her to hold tight and I'd be there as soon as I possibly could.

I knew what I said might have gotten me killed but she sounded so young and helpless, I couldn't just leave her there so I packed some food to last me and enough ammo and guns for the trip and I was on my way.

I climbed out of my bunker into the blistering, blinding sunlight, it was much hotter than in the days before the outbreak, scientists were spitting some mumbo jumbo about how the dead were poluting the ozone on the radio back before it got really bad and everything went dark.

Our neighborhood looked awful in the sunlight and I almost cried at the rubble that was my house and the houses of my neighbors who were now all dead, the streets used to be covered in rose petals this time of year before we set off fireworks and a few days after but now it was only covered in bones , rotten flesh and dried blood, the pavement that led to the end of the street leading off into the highway was brownish black from so many people who were torn apart on that road, cars backed up the street, there were still some starved, emaciated zombies still strapped into their seats , I never got too close and when I did by accident, they couldn't keep a hold on me because I started shaving my head after my daughter died and never wore anything loose , I killed any that tried to moan out my location.

The worst thing I saw on my walk to Bleaker street was after I had left my neighborhood with hardly any encounters with the dead , I was half way there and judging from the angle of the sun it was late in the afternoon, I had left my wristwatch in the bunker because I could not figure out how to turn off the alarm, I was walking down the abandoned highway passing a few small houses as quietly as possible so as not to alert any living or dead inside , the living were almost always insane and believed any other survivors were infected or somehow going to bring the infection into their hiding places or at least the ones I had encountered that were living in small reenforced houses like the ones I saw.

I saw the only car I had seen since the caution signs that had been put up to close the part of the highway that led to Bleaker because the dead were coming from that directions back in the day, the car was off road in a flooded ditch, I looked inside the car to see where a small noise was coming from, the front in was completely flooded and I could see two still figures in the water probably a couple of survivors, I looked in the back to see a tiny figure in a carseat, a beautiful little girl with long blond curls and big eyes, she looked as though she was only sleeping even though she had a bluish tint to her fair skin and veins popping out in her sweet looking face, I knew she was dead but what happened next threw me off my feet, she sprang from her death seat reaching for me and screeching loudly, I knew the family had not been dead too long and the child had no defining marks to show she had been bitten but she certainly was a zombie and since noone could catch the virus from the airborne strain anymore , it had to have been a bite that did her in, I couldn't stay in that spot because her cries would have attracted more so I ran off as fast as I could, the image of that tiny girl still clawing at my brain , I had never even seen a child like that.

I continued on my journey hoping I'd get there without any troubles. . .

I knew how big and bad of a risk I was taking but I had to take it.