The Day After The Crazy

Day 01

My name is Oliver James Brooks, I am the only human left. I haven't seen anyone since the breakout. Well, I've seen them... The living dead. There is no power or food left, the world has gone crazy. I hope someone is out there, I can't do this on my own, someone, anyone please help me, before I go crazy too.

Day 01

My name is Oliver James Brooks, I am the only human left. I haven't seen anyone since the breakout. Well, I've seen them... The living dead. There is no power or food left, the world has gone crazy. I hope someone is out there, I can't do this on my own, someone, anyone please help me, before I go crazy too.

Day 02

I now realize that if someone in the future reads this, they might not understand. The foul disgusting creatures that now walk earth used to all be normal. This thing that I have come to call the crazy disease took them over. It all started when I was arguing with my brother, our door opened and our grandpa stepped in. Our grandpa has been dead for 2 years. He then bit my brothers arm, at first nothing happened then he went crazy. He started screaming about voices, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His fingers gripped his hair and yanked pulling it out. He then collapsed to the floor as he turned silent. He then got up completely emotionless and followed my grandpa out of the room. I don't know why the didn't take me, but before I knew it, everyone had the crazy.

Day 03

Things are bad. I had to run from my camping spot last night, the things had taken over. I think I'm heading north because it's colder than before. However there is good news! I have found other signs of life, I might be saved. Maybe we can team up and take our world back. It'd be the most amazing thing wouldn't it? Kill all those foul things and start all over again. I'm going to keep searching, I need to find these people.

Day 04

I'm starting to miss my family. I don't like being on my own, it feels like something is missing deep inside me. I even miss my annoying older brother! They'd be so ashamed of me, I'm just running, not fighting back. I might have to start killing them soon, I can't keep running. I also have found more signs of those people, I think I'm closing in. My gut says something is wrong with finding them, but my head tells me I gotta find them! What should I do?!