I never really understood the purpose of writing a diary, but I found this little notebook so I figured why not. At least it might keep me sane as time passes. I’ve found it rather silly that people keep diaries or journals, I mean you’re just writing to yourself. Putting down thoughts that have already gone through your head. The chances of someone going through it is rather slim, unless I happen to die. Whatever, I’m putting too much thought into this already that it’s making my head spin. I guess I’ll start off by saying the world is rather fucked right now, literally. Like humanity didn’t just get the tip, It got the whole thing in one hard shove with no lube. I remember hearing about some kind of warning from the bible, well maybe it wasn’t the bible, but I’ve heard the saying when hell is full the dead will walk the earth. Well , yeah that’s pretty much what fucking happened. I applaud the asshole who predicted that. I don’t know if its the entire world, or just parts of the U.S., but out here in pacific america its bad. Nearly every town I’ve been through is overrun by walking sacks of rotten flesh. I’ve managed to find a town that’s O.K, but I don’t really trust a lot of people around here. I’ve seen enough of what the outbreak can do to people struggling. It breaks them and soon enough everyone is at each other’s throats as well as the walkers. I’ve at least made one ‘friend’, Clint. I still don’t really see him too much, but I trust him more than anyone else here. Plus he’s grown a rather majestic mustache. I guess I’ve rambled on enough for now, I kind of feel better now that I’ve gotten this out of my head. Hell maybe I will keep writing in this stupid thing after all.

-C.