It is May, or June, or August. We don't keep much track anymore about the little things. We focus on our food, and how we ration everything, no matter what kind of fights we get into. Jacob has been getting restless lately, due to lack of sleep and food. He refuses to talk to use due to us having to kill his dog. I will never understand what is going on his head, or any of ours. I think about things I shouldn't. I think about killing myself, and what would happen if I did. But I'm strong and have lived through years of this nightmare. I have seen horrific things, I've done horrific things that can never be forgotten. Things that people don't know I've done. I remember earlier today, Max was talking as we were walking on the road. He said, "I remember seeing my 3 year old with blood on her face, her mother's. She looked at me as though nothing was wrong, as if everything was gone from the world. I thought she was normal that maybe something was different inside her, as if she was fighting it, fighting whatever had taken control of her. She lunged at me, with skin still stuck in her teeth. Then I remember the shotgun inside my bag, the shotgun that I though I didn't need. My wife got up in the same room as we were in and started walking towards me without the other side of her face, and like that... BOOM! the gun went off killing her and Cindy. The blood on the walls..." We all stayed silent and kept walking along. We all felt awful, but there wasn't much we could do to help him. He was never the same after his family's death. We rationed out food like always, a piece of bread, a half cup of water, and a teaspoon size of cheese. That was food and water for the day. Jacob grabbed my bag and started rummaging through it, eating whatever he found. I yelled at him to stop, he kept on going I tried to grab my bag and he lunged at me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him down. He didn't care, this happened almost every other day. Nighttime was awful, Melissa crying herself to sleep, my brother asking if it ever came time to kill him in such a way. I couldn't believe what was happening. What was going on. I though we were tough I though we could make it out of this nightmare alive, and wake up.
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Before We're Gone
Random10 years after the apocalypse had begun, people that weren't strong enough for this world were already gone. Either killed by someone or by themselves. We follow a small group, traveling around the states before a large incendiary bomb wipes out lit...
