Through Fiery Eyes

Diary Entry 1

Ever since I have seen the series "The Walking Dead," I have always had this wonder about what I would do if the zombie apocalypse happened.

But unfortunately for me it just had to happen. The creativity in my mind must have been the one to bring the apocalypse to life. But who knows, maybe the catastrophe was made by something else?

Everything started around two months ago, around the beginning of the year. It all happened so suddenly, so quickly that nobody could understand what was going on. All I know, is that on that day, the world went to shit.

Keeping track of the days is hard. I think it's around the end of March, but I am unsure of the day. I think it's time for me to head out, maybe find somewhere else to live. The small little village where I live was overrun by the dead. I would switch in between two little houses that were in my village, killing as many dead along the way as I could. I still live there, because I still call it my home. The numbers of the dead here are dwindling, but my life here will be cut short if I stay.

I have no knowledge of what would happen if I stay, but my heart knows no bounds. The day is drawing to a close, I have everything packed up, the gas in the car hasn't lost it's petroleum, and I will be ready to leave in the morning.

What has happened does not matter to me anymore. What matters to me is that I can keep on living and to help others live too.