Diary of a Survivor

It was as if no time had passed since the beginning of the end. The decayed ruled the earth, their souls roaming aimlessly through the desolate ruins of a place we once called our home. They're doomed to a life of eternal hunger, unsatisfied by the flesh of the people they consume.

I face many obstacles between the here and Prince Edward Island. I'm dying, breast cancer the doctors said before the world went to shit, not to mention the three bullets left in this gun and the 5,740 kilometers between Vancouver to my parents and the rumored safe zone in PEI. It's a perilous journey, and I'm dead either way... I just hope I live long enough to see the sun rise over the horizon of the Gulf of St Lawrence one more time.

*This story contains scenes that may cause triggers for certain people, reader discretion is advised*

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This story is written in a diary format, but as if it was an autobiography meant to be read. I am exploring a different kind of writing style and this is currently a rough project. I hope to post new entries every day or two, so follow along if you're enjoying and don't be shy to give some constructive criticism.
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