Pentaholic4Life
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It's been two months since this whole thing started.
Two months of fear and pain.
Two months of running around, scavenging for food.
Two months without a group or weapons, just a pocket knife in my boot.
The walkers, they just keep coming and I'm running.
Pain seeped through my body as I put pressure on my left ankle.
I have to keep going. I thought.
I have to.