The weather is still bad, unfortunately, so I'm back under my favorite tree by the lake, journal in hand.
I've known that at some point I'd need to introduce myself but I've been dragging my feet. Honestly, I don't know what to say about myself anymore.
Three years ago, I would have introduced myself as Franklin Cauffrey, technical analyst for TechSol Software. I was 31 years old, drove a newish BMW, made a low six figures and lived in a nice apartment in downtown Seattle. As I worked 70+ hours a week I didn't date much, didn't have a girlfriend. I never had brothers or sisters but both my parents were still alive. Working out wasn't a priority, I was at least thirty pounds over weight and I had persistent problems with sleeping and asthma.
Now, I'm just Frank. No one bothers with last names anymore, there aren't enough people left for them to matter. I'm around 34 years old (depending on what month this is) and I'm from the west coast. I'm a little thin for my height now, but we're all thin these days. Personally, all the running for my life and lean diet meant I lost about sixty pounds and that helped with my sleeping and asthma problems. Who would have guessed there'd be a silver lining to the zombie apocalypse?
What I'm saying is that most of the things that defined us years ago are completely immaterial now. If we had a working computer I could write you basic programs that could do a variety of cool tasks, or even make a game for the kids, but I haven't seen one in over a year. I used to drive an expensive car but it's probably a pile of rust in my old parking garage. No one cares about those details, they don't matter. But if I can reliably start a fire with a bow-drill? That's impresses folks. I could say that I'm good at killing zombies but so is everyone else still alive. Those that couldn't adapt to this new world were quickly weeded out.
So. Hello, I'm Frank. I'm about 34 years old. I can sail, I can hold my own in a fight, I get along with most people, and I can start a fire with a bow-drill. I can't think of much else that actually matters.
Oh, and I can read and write. Though most of the time that doesn't seem to matter anymore either.
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The Lake Diary
HororTwo years after the outbreak that decimated the world and left hungry, once human creatures in it's wake, a small group of survivors managed to come together on a small, lake island. The creatures that hunt them fear the water, allowing the survivo...
