The Thoughts of the Lonely

I sat smoking my last cigar, it was a cuban I had found on a zombie and saved. The hood of my truck was warm from the

sun, even though it was chilly out, it is upstate New York in december, after all. My group was overrun at our compound, I

escaped in one of the trucks but everyone else is either dead or undead. We never saw it coming, in the dead of night

suddenly there were thousands around our fences, we shot, burned, smashed, and crushed every undead head we could,

 but there were too many. All I have with me is my weapons, my web gear, and my personal bag. My personal bag just

has some more ammo, a change of clothes, my toothbrush, a little bit of food, and it used to have a few cigars in it, but

not anymore. It also had my little stash of Tylenol and mountain dew. Well, I haven't seen shit  for people in the last

couple days, just undead. I have been conserving ammunition at the expense of just about every comfort. A lot of up

close and personal encounters, including in the gas station I'm at right now, had a sign for people, shouldda said dead

people. There was a zombie and a lot of body parts inside, and a little stash of food and water, some ammo for a .45

which I took, don't have a .45 but I can trade it if I see someone. If I don't find a friend soon out here I'm gonna loose the

few marbles I have left, as it is I'm writing on a old pad of paper that no one will ever see. I read the military had an

outpost nearby, gotta avoid that, nothing worse than zombies with body armor. I guess I should probably find a place to

hunker down for the night, its almost three and it gets dark out about an hour from now. I saw a farmhouse about six

miles back, had a good stock of lumber and looked fairly undisturbed. That and off in the distance I can see some

walkers shambling towards me. I guess I may as well give up on finding any more cigars for a while, and I may as well

kiss my ass goodbye seeings how I'll probably never make it a week like this, but I guess I can try. Maybe I'll blow my

brains out tomorrow, but tomorrow is another day.