Hi. The word that tells you your not alone. That word keeps you from going insane. The word that tells you have somebody to lean on. Those words echo through my mind as much as the words "I have a dream" echoed through Mlk's Jrs head. The word that only entraps me. The word that I remember the most. The word that I hear at night banging against the walls. So why don't I just escape. The reason why? They are the problem. They are not people they used to be people but not anymore they are changed. They can't talk they are or at least what I call them is zombiler. It's zombie in Turkish. I haven't always been alone there are (or I think) my friends surviving downstairs. I wish I could get to them, trust me I tried but there are to many. You can tell by the blood seeping through the the mahogany floors. The smell of month old garbage swept through the air devolving all my nose hairs.the blood isn't red it is a thick black that looks and smells like a decade old fecies. I can't clean it up or else I will turn. The worst part is that I can't even open a window because I'm in this stupid old mill. Well I could break a window but then I will attract them the Zombilers they react to sound. Tomorrow I'll think,hopefully of a new plan but for right now I'm going going to lay o this spare cotton and hope that I will fall asleep.
The next day:
I kind of got a good night sleep and no joke the bed bugs did bite. Well at least I know the infection doesn't spread from insects. I think I have great plan but I need some aloe. Also a hammer and a bottle with some cloth
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Science FictionThis is a series yes there will be more. This is a diary or so maybe a dory but who is going to read this maybe we will make this or maybe I am writing to keep a sense of the old world in my mind anyways there is a reason ever sense the outbreak ev...
