I am furious and sad and frightened all at the same time but there is not enough room to describe the events of what happened all in one page so this will be continued on the next page as well, bear with me. So, suspecting that I am being followed, I walked faster and glanced every now and then to see if the shadow would follow me and it did. For hours we played this little game on the road and as entertaining as it was, I could not help but assume the worst. It was probably an undead who smelled me and was waiting for me to slow down and fall asleep so I could be devoured. After playing a bit more this little game of chicken, I realized that a zombie would not hide from me. It is not smart enough. It would just keep walking after me, growling and groaning. No, I was not just being followed, I was being stalked. So, it was probably another human. I could only think of what they could want of me. In a desperate world, it could be anything; my food, my tools... me. I say me because, well, when you are trying to survive you do not have time to, ahem, release your frustrations and if you have completely lost control of your life like a heathen, you would prowl around for an unsuspecting person to take advantage of because there are now no consequences for doing so. Disgusting, is it not? If you are even more frustrated than most then it would not even matter who you did it with, so no one is safe.
To be continued, -G.G.
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Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
