2 weeks have passed since this all started. I have raided many reststops and gas stations for food and supplies. It has been scary being all alone, left to survive among thousands of canibal monsters. Every night I cry myself to sleep. I am so lonely without my family and friends.
It is nighttime, but tonight I decide I will not allow myself to cry. I need to be tougher than that if I am going to survive this. I lay down on the forest floor, using a pile of leaves as a pillow. The next morning, I awake to the bright shine of the sun in my eyes. I get up and start walking. I have decided that I am going to keep moving until I get to Canada. I have hope they haven't been infected yet, and could help me. Through the trees, I see a road. I start to walk towards it. I finnally reach the road, and I see a car, with the driver's side door open, and blood all over the ground underneath the door. I get into the car. To my luck, there are keys in the ignition. I turn them, and the car rumbles to life. I press the gas pedal, and drive off down the road. I drive faster and faster, having a sudden feeling of freedom. I close my eyes and relax for a minute, then open them. Right ahead was a huge wave of zombies. I slammed the brakes as hard as I could but they didn't work. I watched in horror as I smashed into dozens of zombies at a time. Eventually I hit the middle of the group of zombies and hit them hard! The car jerked vilontly, and I lost my conciousness.
