Surviving is all we can do now. Killing is all we do. No family. No friends. No love. I haven't seen a human in months. The last humans I saw were my family, but they were eaten by a pack of walkers. The only reason why I was able to get away, was because the walkers were too busy eating my family. I miss them so much. I'd kill to have them back in my life again. But back to not seeing any humans. When I say humans I mean good people. Not ones who take all your supplies and try to kill you. But if you want to count that I've killed over thirty people. Look I know that's a lot but I have to clear. Clear is what I do. What I was meant to do.
Whoever I see I kill. That's what clear means. And that's what I stand for. I understand this is how the world is now. It's the apocalypse. The one and only. Trust me it's a pain in the ass. I haven't spotted an animal in a week and I haven't eaten in two weeks. I'm starving. I remember when I was younger and I would say I was starving and my parents always respond with, "You're just hungry we would never let you starve". I would roll my eyes at their response but now that I've looked back on it I smile. I now know what starving means because I'm facing it now.
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FanfictionHow many hours are in a day when you don't spend half of them watching television? When is the last time any of us REALLY worked to get something we wanted? How long has it been since any of us really NEEDED something that we WANTED? The world we kn...
