Save yourself, I'll hold them back...for now

Me, Myself, And Walkers

The outbreak began months ago. At first just a few had turned but now there are so many and the numbers are constantly rising. Since it started I've been alone, my mom turned early on after letting someone into the house thinking she could help them. That's the one thing that got her killed, how much of a saint she was. I found her one night after coming home, she attacked me the moment I opened the door but I refused to hurt her. I just fled. That's how I reached this point.

I am Frank. Though out here names don't really matter anymore they are irrelevant, like what you did before the outbreak. You could have been a cop or a stripper, it makes no difference. Out here all there is to do is survive, find food, avoid the walkers, find a safe place to stay at night. For many I assume that is difficult but for me not so much for I walk this road alone. I could never join a group, not really, other people just I don't know how to put it....get in the way? You make attachments that in a place like this are a terrible thing that'll just cause more pain and danger.

Anyway, that's enough about that. I need to focus. I may have a machete in hand but that doesn't make me any safer if I'm drifting off into the river of thoughts flowing through my mind.

Everywhere I look is just...death. Dead plants, dead animals..I wonder if animals can come back as people do, if so I'm fucked cause I ain't killing any zombie dogs...., dead bodies. Even the smell of death fills the air. It just reminds me of horror movies. Like one guy will be walking through the trees as I am and then next thing you know, they're dead because of some mass murderer. Maybe I'm the mass murderer in this horror, hunting down victims that are in this case undead humans. Walking through this forest has been all I've done for the past few days, that and taking food from small groups who were actually prepared for this shit so it won't really make a major difference on them if a few things go missing. That includes the machete I stole, well borrowed without asking, from a camp a few miles back.

That group were nice, they had a power source so had a little stereo playing the misfits. I had considered taking that too but that would mean more to carry andddddd it would have been noticed. It's sad what happened to that group, they were doing okay but I may or may not have accidentally lead a flock directly to them.

Nearby I heard the crack of a twig as it snapped in two under some form of weight....