Oct. 25, 2020

Looks like I got out of there in time. Not far down the road I noticed something in the mirror. I stopped the car to get out, and take a look. There was a huge cloud of smoke. Who ever is setting the fires must have gotten there right after I left. I thought about turning around, but decided against it. Not sure what the story is with all the fire. Is it a signal? Are they burning something in particular? Frying zombies maybe? I got back in the car, and took off before they headed this way. Not sure if they saw me. Resting for now before I get moving again. Don’t want to fall asleep again, and crash the car. 

Oct. 22, 2020

Jackpot! Found a little car, and I got the keys. Only about half a tank of gas, so I am checking the map closely to get the most out of it. Can’t waste my time taking a wrong turn, or going down the wrong path. Loaded it up, and leaving shortly. 

Oct. 18, 2020

What a shocker. No one in this town either. At least none that will show themselves. Got myself some nice new pens. Some of the cheap ones go fast. Also, found a little store that still hadn’t been raided. Got some old cereal, and chips. Always exciting on the stomach. Better than grass though. You know what smells bad. Milk. I was curious and opened one, and it was terrible. Thinking I could use them to throw off my smell if zombies are on to me so I took a few of the smaller cartons of milk. If I could find a working car, I could take more of this stuff. Going to look in the morning. Dark now so I’m locked in here for the night. Hopefully I can get a good nights rest. No nightmares please. 

Oct. 15, 2020

Not frozen. Back on the road. Getting close to a town from what the signs say. 

Oct. 10, 2020

Yesterday was a good day. I decided to go a little off course and follow this sign to a lake. I needed water and a bath. Really needed a bath. It was so refreshing. It was like finding the fountain of youth. I swam around like I was just one of the fish. It was really cold, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I washed my clothes, and filled up some water bottles. Disgusting to drink, but I don’t really have a choice. Now I’m freezing. I can’t start a fire to save my life, literally. Before I forget, must make note of some smoke I have seen in the distance. I have seen it recently while walking down the road. Not sure what to make of it. Sign of people, but I have become very cautious of people. With zombies you always know what their intentions are. With people you never know. It would be nice to be around people, but that is only if they are friendly. I am going to mind my business, and continue on my mission for now. That is if I don’t freeze to death first.

Oct. 2, 2020

Walking walking walking. I will be in good shape. I’m like a giraffe. Maybe more like a cow. I have been eating leaves, and grass. There is nothing out here, and I’m out of the little food I had. I’m walking and getting nowhere fast. I see a sign every once in a while, but the miles seem to never shrink. I need transportation. Call a cab. There is too much time to think. All I do is think and it is driving me crazy. I try singing but that doesn’t last long. I don’t remember the last time I heard a song. Radio went to emergency broadcast systems then just died along time ago. I haven’t even turned a radio on in any of these cars. No point. Just like the TV’s. No point. The only media is my journal. I wonder if any other survivors are documenting their struggles. If someone finds them when we are long gone, they could be part of an ugly time in history. They would probably burn them. Hide what happened. No one would want to remember this. Or they could become part of the rare evidence of what happened. Proof that this wasn’t a lie. A nightmare. And I am ruining it with this stupidity I keep writing. The things I have done, and written. Well, it’s the truth. If you are reading this it is THE TRUTH. I can’t make this shit up. PS you took too long to save us. Next time take the threat of zombies seriously.

Sept. 27, 2020

You can’t take things for granted. I thought it was a pain in the ass to pack up my things, put them on a plane, and go to college. Walking home is an even bigger pain. And I had a slight fear of flying. I would love to be on a plane now. I remember getting on the flight to college. I was already nervous just with the whole life change. A new state, new home, new friends. Would I make friends? Would college be hard? Would I miss home? Mom knew I was nervous. She spent the whole flight trying to get my mind off of school. She talked about the news, the stock market, and even sports. Not that she was an expert in any of those things. Then she couldn’t help but give me cooking tips. Something she did know about. Like I was going to be a cook in college. I was on one of those meal plans. I should have cooked. It would have been better than that crap. Would love some of that crap now. The plane hit some turbulence and I almost shit my pants. That was the only time I was on a plane since I was little. I thought we were going down for sure. Mom was saying it was normal, and I thought she was nuts. She said it was like speed bumps in the road, but in the air. That was probably the most scared I had been until the zombies took over. I closed the window. I don’t understand why we had to have a seat by the window. At that point you couldn’t even see the ground. We could have crashed into anything. A building, homes, the highway, one of these stupid fields, a lake, or the ocean. All bad scenarios. Certain death I told her. Then it all went away and she spent the rest of the flight making fun of me. Laugh at my expense. I would take that now. She could laugh at me all day, and night. Oh mom, I had to take the flight home alone when she passed away. She would have been proud. The turbulence didn’t get to me. I cheated, my mind just was on other things. I couldn’t care about turbulence at that moment. It was a long flight though. The flight attendant knew something was wrong with me. She kept asking if I was ok. I kept saying no. Finally told her what happened. She actually slipped me a small glass of vodka because I wasn’t old enough to drink. It looked like water to others, but it sure as hell wasn’t water. That was some strong shit. Calmed me down a little. Dad was there waiting for me when we landed. I felt like I was taking the walk of shame as I walked into his arms. I wasn’t there. I couldn’t say goodbye. I couldn’t help her. Dad gave me a big hug as I exploded with tears. The vodka had worn off. He said it was all right, but for me, it wasn’t and never has been. And I’m right. That is why she is haunting my dreams. Because I wasn’t there. It was my fault. 

Sept. 23, 2020

Found a couple of cars that had a terrible accident. No way anyone survived. Blood all over the place. One car must have exploded. It looks like a zombie or two fed on the road kill. One of the bodies had its guts just ripped out. It is disgusting to think that what was once a human is eating a human. Is it cannibalism then? And eating it raw! I wonder why these zombies need to eat us. Why not animals? Maybe they eat animals, and I just never stick around to see it. I haven’t seen many animals around either. I wonder how long the zombies will survive once all of us humans are gone. Maybe I just need to out last them. They have to die eventually. They can’t reproduce. Or can they? That may be an even more disgusting thought then them eating people. Then having little zombie kids. I’m crazy. That can’t happen. They will die off. It is just a matter of when. Hopefully soon. Time to hit the road again. I am going to try not to think of zombie love.