Prologue
Dear journal,
Running. Constantly straining the muscles in my legs to the point of sheer exhaustion. The raging fear of dying and turning into one of those "walkers" fuels your will to kept moving. It's been about three months since the world suffered from a zombie apocalypse, well according to Ali. I've lost track of the passing days but Sky always says to stay positive, hold on to that hope of making through whatever ditch the work has fallen into.
The group still hasn't had any contact with their families, just like me. We keep together, looking out for each other. The aimless moving from place to place and limited food has turned our bodies into bony skeletons, except for Cole and Eli. They are immune to hunger or so they want us girls to think but I know they put up this indifferent wall just to protect Ali, Sky and I. Eli sneaks us half his share, while Cole takes control of how much food and water we waste. Eli was always more of a softie than Cole. I sometimes wonder if Cole has any emotions, the world situation turned him cold.
We were just five best friends on spring break when the disease spread. I don't really know if its politically correct to say this whole zombie thing is a disease but I pray that it is curable. We are heading to this supposed safe facility for people in San Francisco. That was the last thing the television said before everything went blank and turned to chaos. I sure hope it is "safe" I'm not sure if I can take another sleepless night to keep watch so Eli can actually get some shut eye. He is so paranoid he sleeps with his grenade launcher, which I add we stole from a nearby army facility on the way to our destination. It looked looted anyways, they won't miss anything. I better stop writing for today and keep my eye on the area.
I honesty still don't know why I still write in this book. I guess it's because someone should document the difficulties we faced during this time era, it may act as historical evidence for some history textbooks in the future. Oh I don't know...maybe I'm slowly losing my sanity.
-Kylie x

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Undead Survivors
أدب الهواةSurviving the zombie apocalypse is hard enough for Kylie and her group, but when they cross paths with another group can they set aside there differences to work together through the world's collapse?