Thoughts of the Lonely Ep. 3

Been traveling all day, Me and Valhalla, stupid cat keeps trying to cuddle while I'm driving. I had to shoo it away all too often, I think I'll have to get a carrier or make a nice place for it, it's litter box is on the floor, I personally am hoping to run into people sometime soon, it's getting lonely. I'm stopped at a gas station outside of Columbus, man that place is trashed, I went into town to see if I could find some food, there was nothing, no zombies, no people, no supplies, nothing. The only zombie I saw was locked in a basement apartment I saw it through the window. I'm hungry as hell, at least I have plenty of cigars and sardines left, the cat likes the sardines, I hate them to be honest. Well, I hear something , I'm gonna put Valhalla in the truck and go check it out. 

A walker was stuck in a dumpster area, it looks like their were survivors around and they locked an infected member of their group in there. It's a shame, they probably got eaten or infected as well, poor bastards. I remember before the shit hit the fan, people were being killed, there were abortions, euthanizing, murders, genocides, everywhere you looked there was death, and now, the dead are taking their revenge. I remember when the government was evacuating people in big trucks, people would grab onto the sides and they'd be shot. I remember a mother begging a soldier to take her baby, and he couldn't do it, I remember too many things, things I want to forget. I think this whole world is no different now than it was, people are just as cold and heartless, the only difference is most of them will literally eat you as opposed to eating up your job or house or money.  I was going to off myself but I have a cat now, so you know, I need to stay around for the cat. If I don't find another human being soon I'm just gonna go sit on a roof with the cat and smoke cigars til the sun don't shine. I did find a nice bottle of vodka, too bad I had to use it as a molotov because there were around thirty of the damned killer corpses at this gas station. 

 You know, before this whole apocalypse thing showed up and ruined my life plans, I was going into the Marines, I was considered a monster by most of the world. I was a warmonger, I had a lot of guns, I took martial arts, and I didn't like our society very much. Now my life plans are survival, which means I better get moving, the undead are bound to start showing up after the gunshots from shooting those bandits. Well, another journal entry concluded, whoo hoo...