Day 1.

Stumbled upon the Garden of Eden of zombie apocalypse hold ups. Well that’s what most would say. Me? Not in the slightest. Sure it’s bigger, and has more organization than the past few hold ups I stayed at…. but the place is practically crumbling under our feet. I’m living in constant fear. Not really sure what to do, or who to go to. Not used to living like this…in raggedy clothing, little food or water, going days without showering. (Thats the worst to me) I look sick, almost feel like I am one of the walking dead. My mind is a blank void, with only fear and uncertainty lying in it… I shouldn’t even be alive! I got so many people killed just to be where I am now. I only cared about myself, such a selfish, inconsiderate bitch. And now…not only where people who believed they were my friends dead, but so is my entire family. I was an only child…spoiled beyond belief. My grandparents died before I was born, and my mother and father were only children as well in their families…so I think im the last of my bloodline. *shrugs her shoulders* Idunno doesn’t really matter tho, everyone is dying off. We all once had hope, we believed that we all had a fighting chance to make the world spin again, back to how things used to be but better. *laughs sarcastically* Hope is blind faith in something that has a slim chance of ever happening or being “real” for that matter. I keep writing, thinking this will help me feel again… but I honestly don’t think I could ever go back to living the life I used to live again. Probably wind up in a insane asylum, and to be honest it doesn’t sound to bad at this point. I’d get free food, water and a bed… at least then behind walls of steel I’d feel safe. But in reality…no one is safe anymore. The doctors are slim to none, no progress on any kind of “cure” and even the flu is deadly now to us. We can’t stop the frightening end that comes to us all….death, and extinction. What sane people are left are probably more hopeful than a baby getting candy.
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