It's been one day since the accident. I've lost my appetite for eating, for drinking and for love. Nobody will ever love a cripple like me. I'm useless.
I live in a tiny condo, just North of Bancroft. I scavenge= for food. But ever since the zombies came and broke my legs, it's been hard. Their terrible growls and insatiable need for human flesh make me squirm. The zombies can't find me, they've already left this area. They are in packs going around the world but I found one place where they'll never look again.
This tiny condo I live in, is broken down, the walls covered with graffiti but it's liveable for now. I am waiting for my legs to heal. It was painful when they broke but, since I'm a doctor, I know how to wait. This is my first journal, of course I'll write more but in due time.
For now, I should get some rest.
Carl.
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The Journals
Teen FictionCarl writes daily to stay sane during the zombie apocalypse. These journals are in first-person of Carl's view. **The Journals should be updated every day unless something comes up in the authors daily life**
