Camp Z-0967

First Notes

Journal Entry 1: April 26, 2105

It has been like 5 years, and the creation of new tech has kinda slowed down, rapidly. Since there is an uprise in the amount of zombies walkin' on the streets. Anyways, let me introduce myself, I am Riets Telaon. Age 14, and currently living on a kind of protected area we call, "Camp Z-0967". Cool name huh?

Also like in some Disney movies the parents are evil, non-existent, or just straight out DIE. Well I guess my life can be sorta compared to these sorts of movies since both of'em turned into braindead zombies. Luckily, I learned to be independent and loot stuff from the cities in case I get bored or I just need a few things to keep me alive.

I have a few buddies with for company and as a group of survivors known as "The Pack", The members namely me, Alest, Joseph, Khristine, and Cody. Alest, same age as me, is kinda like our medic cuz he went to this "Super High School" or College crap that had a fucking murderer in there and all they did was investigate. No learning there, just good old investigation. Then we have Joseph, the eldest, aged 17. He is the tinkerer of our camp and he creates our arms and defenses. He loves working alone, but we also do help him in some circumstances. Khristine, 12 years old, is like the frickin' prodigy of our group and she teaches us crap, and basically acts like a Survival Guide. Lastly Cody, she's like the brain of my eye, which means she's very beautiful, like holy Lord. She is the rogue of our group and she loots and kills with style and grace.

That leaves me, I am smart, but not too smart. I am strong but, not that strong. Basically I am just an average Joe. But I do have a significant role in my pack, as a leader. So I planned all the missions and all that stuff

You see I wrote this for the purpose of future reference on what to do. I mean I could ask one of my pack members, but I still like to write it down. It's also for the next generation to read (if there is any), like my children or grandchildren would read my tales of quote on quote, mischief and glory. So our we as a team need to survive in this barren wasteland, but also on the lookout for rival gangs or thieves.