Give Up Or Fight Like Hell

Chapter 1

 Zombies prey on there own kind caused by a disease that makes them mindless uncontrollable cannibals for brains and flesh no one actually no how it started. They make the world before the disease almost look like a beautiful world. People only ever could barely skimmed the surface of a actual zombies apocalypses it's a lot harder zombies don't come out every so often there everywhere the only way they are not is if you lock up and block up. The very thought of an army of cannibals crawling around is enough to get me to crawl into a hole and hope to be never found it's a terrible terrifying world. I thought before the world was scary avoiding anytime to talk to someone or even be by someone now I just wish for someone's presence and not the creepy flesh eaters but an actual person.

My name is Ayra it's (pronounced eye-ra) I have this thing where I can barely talk to anyone socially awkward they call it. Just tryin to say one word is difficult I instantly want to shrink away at the scene of being in front of someone else.

I have mostly short curly hair in a style that makes me look like a 3 year old, pale ghostly skin, dark periwinkle blue eyes with a dab of black and i'm short compared to most 16 year olds i'm more the size of 9 year old or maybe 10 all I know is i'm really short to an average 16 yr old.

Thin is my first time writing a diary so whoever is reading this don't judge it's not as easy as it looks! There is a reason I started to write this diary with all disease there is always a cure or some way around out, right? Well I found out I'm the cure now how I found out is a little sickening to me.

I had just found this new group that picked me up when they found out I was alone which I imagine was hard considering I never talk. Anyways we had just got a giant load of non perishable foods like beans so we had set up a fire cooking some food laughing of the good times before the terrible disease. Everyone sat across from me spread out on the other side but I kinda liked it, minimal attention towards me.

One of the people had just got the funny part of his story having everyone exploding in laughter but it was too much for one guy to handle. We had a bucket set next to the fire so we could drink from it and when we were going to leave dump it into the fire, he laughed so hard he dumped it over into the fire making it pitch black. Everyone was completely quiet no one did anything nor could they see. Out of nowhere a flakey cold hand touched my right arm raising it up then I felt as a searing pain shot through my arm as someone bit into it. I screamed the first noise I have made in a long time and my first bite. Everyone ran and scurried off to somewhere falling over stuff while I ripped my hand out of the zombies mouth before he bit again at that moment I thought it was over. I ran to the nearest bag of stuff someone left behind searching for a weapon all I could find was a pocket knife.

I took it barely up staggering from the pain in my arm in my arm. The zombies was slowly coming at me towering over me I step on one of the stumps someone was sitting on I stabbed the pocket into his head with my left hand it just barely went in stopping him. My dominant hand is my right arm so it would have hurt bad if I decided to use my right hand to stab it into him so I had better luck with my other arm.

That night I waited for me to turn into a zombie as I felt the sickness of it coming over me in a mini mart with a pharmacy in it I scrounged up as much food as I could, locked up the place, searched, and killed all zombies in the place. I waited but never got turned for two days watching many zombies bang on the glass and running into it trying to get to me I occasionally laughed at them. Slowly I started feeling a lot better through that time but that's not the only time I got bit.

The time I was sleeping in a three walled tent a zombie bit me in the leg, the time I tried injecting my blood into its neck bit me in the arm again but finally on the left arm, and my latest I was dumb and went into a library without scouting it. I grabbed a book and I guess the zombie saw this so it grabbed it to and pulled my arm and bit it. Ok fine I know that's unbelievable what really happened was I saw this hungry zombie crawling on the ground looking for food I felt bad I feel there is still a human in that poor cannibalistic body i'm sure if you knew you had the cute you yourself would feel bad and try to help. I can't even trust to tell my diary what has the world turned me into.

But that's not what turned me onto the path to saving the world but a young handsome I found lying on the ground almost completely turned that started this crazy story.