Like most people, the first tme you meet an infected is unnerving and horrifying.  had been travelling for what seemed like an age with my Husband, we drove north, leaving the city behind us looking to start a new life, our car was run off the road by a large animal, running scared from something. We had to get out and walk, we soon hit a forrest, and met with a military looking female, the mistake I made and this mistake I would never be allowed to forget I cried out when I first ever saw an infected, this one was really juicy, must have been one of the first ones turned. This female we met never allowed me to forget being scared at seeing one of these undead, i’m not a natural born warrior who is great at fighting everything, i’m just a girl travelling with her husband.

Throughout our journey I have grown in many ways, mostly full of regret for my family memories of what I said and did, or what I didn’t do, If only I had the chance to see them make sure they are alive. I would make amends, it’s funny how the past catches up with you, call it Karma or what ever you like, what you do in the past will most likely come back and bite you in the ass, and I bit the ass of one of my demons tonight, it felt dammed good.

Michael and I continue to travel and help people survive in this living nightmare of a world we live in now, we ar lucky to have met a bunch of amazing people, Jim and Serena, Mary to name only a few. So yes maybe I am a walking nightmare because I am not a natural born killing machine I do get scared, but hey it’s who I am, I’m not ashamed of that, but I will add I have now killed three undead, i’m much tougher that I used to be. I look soft but i’m much more than that.

Peace out

Sugar