The Dead Are Alive

All Alone

January 8th 2015 I can feel the cold across my bare arms, it's morning but the sun is still low. I slowly get up from my place on the ground dust myself off and start searching my pack for my last few matches. Once I find them I try to start the fire and heat the last of the canned noodles I had. I know I will have to get more food soon but after last time I'm just to scared and broken. Everyone is gone even her I'm alone with the dead and I don't want to become what they are their alive but their not and all they do is wonder and eat but the bad part is what they eat they survive by eating live human and animal flesh its barbaric and when they catch you had better start praying because yea you may get away but you better be sure that you did it without a scratch or bite because if not you will become one of them; a dead alive rotting thing just like her just like my piper.

We were cleaning out an abandoned little store and a rotter came up on her I killed it but it had already bitten her on the neck she was dying and was gonna turn. I was so weak though instead of shooting her like she begged I just left her there on the floor to die and become one of them. I know what I did was wrong but I loved her I couldn't shoot her but I couldn't watch her die either so I just ran and I feel guilty for it every day. I am alone now and have been for a while I just keep moving never staying long in the same place trying to find more people maybe somewhere safe to live my life. I have made my way so far, I started in Florida and now I'm hold up in a barn  just on some back road in  Virginia I have hope that though something good will happen I will find a home and friends something other than this life. I finish my noodles, stomp out my fire, pack up, and start to head out.

Looking at the map I try to figure out the best route to Tennessee it was my goal I hoped and prayed that my family was safe my aunts Maggie and Tara were strong and had a lot of land maybe they were ok maybe they have found some way of surviving this hell and protecting their land. At least that was the dream I was hanging onto. I peaked out of the shack checking to make sure the it was clear. I stepped out and around all the over grown brush back out to the abandoned road nothing but trees fields and my little barn as far as the eye could see. The sun was still behind the trees but it would not belong before it was high in the sky warming my cold skin. 

About two hours into my travels I had reached a town I stopped in at a gas station. I slowly opened the door and banged on the wall waiting to be sure that there was no rotters in the building. Seeing the coast was clear I went on in it looked like it had been cleaned out already but there were still a few things I started searching for water and food I put it in my pack. During my search I found a bottle of liquor I figured that if things got better I would celebrate. Before I left the store I found some meds and another pistol and some ammo I put it all in my pack and headed back to the road. 

After being on the road another hour I decide to take a break the road was lined by trees on either side so I figured I could take cover if needed. I sat down on the ditch bank drunk some water and popped a few peanuts in my mouth. After sitting for a few minutes I heard bushes rustling a few feet away I quickly grab my knife and jumped to my feet. Seconds later a little bunny hopped out I chuckled to myself holstered my knife and sat back down. I watched the bunny for a while until out of the corner of my eye I saw movement I quickly turned my head to see at least six rotters coming toward me I got up as fast as I could and tried to get moving in to the woods. Just as I got a little ways into the woods I ran in to another rotter and fell scared to death I worked fast to stab him in the temple. I threw him off of me got up tears flowing down my face and started running and running not looking back.