--June 28, 2016--

Journal Entry #45
It's been about 30 days since the incident. Since those things have completely overrun everything. I've lost a lot of people. I've been writing in this journal each day for the past 20 days, just in case anyone finds this, and know what I've been through. There were originally 10 people in my group, but one by one, the numbers have declined, until I was left alone. I haven't seen any other people, but I haven't seen any of those things, either. For right now, I have taken refugee in a small abandoned town. It must have been overrun by those damn hellish creatures. I will sleep here for the night, it seems safe enough. I will update tomorrow. ----


The man closed his journal and stored it in his backpack. He looked around the small, abandoned house. There were blood stains on the window curtains, and there was a long trail of blood, ending at the entrance of the house's kitchen. He was disgusted at how humanity changed so much, too fast. He searched around for any supplies and or food to get him through the night.

" I guess some other people ransacked the place during all the chaos."

He went upstairs, to investigate some more. He went through all the rooms and saw nothing useful, but then came across a locked one. He kicked it down, and a terrible smell emitted from the room. He was appalled at what he saw. There was a blood-filled bathtub and a corpse. It was clear that this man committed suicide, as evident by the big chunk of flesh missing from his head. There was a shotgun and note right next to the sink. Parts of the note were covered in blood.

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My wife, my children, are all gone. I don't see any reason in living anymore. It's time to put my life in the lord's hands now. I can hear those demons trying to get in the house. If anyone were to find this letter, take whatever you can from my house. I'd encourage you to take your life and put it in the lord's hands as well, but if you do not, feel free to help yourselves to my home. Good luck....
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The man took the shotgun and extra rounds of shotgun shells. He went back downstairs. He then heard some sounds coming from the kitchen. He peeked and saw one of those things crawling around.

"Damn, it must have heard me kick the door down. I can't shoot it, it would attract more."

He saw an army knife right next to the creature. The man knew he had turned insane. These were once people, but now they're just flesh-craving monsters. He still hasn't made that transition from his old views to this new world's. He ran and grabbed the knife, the creature slowly limped towards him, making slurping noises. The man kept his cool and stabbed it in the head, causing it to go down. He put the knife in his backpack. He also saw an ax and took it.
He stood in the middle of the abandoned neighborhood, which once held laughing children having fun and families working around their homes. He looked to the sky, the view panned out showing the entire town in view. The creatures surrounding the outskirts of the small town.

End of prologue.


I decided to make a story, I will update it regularly and stuff. Hope you guys enjoy it or something.

Thanks, guys. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I will be posting Chapter 1 tomorrow.
I already have it done, but posting one after another will leave me with no more content and stuff. So tomorrow it is.

Thanks, look forward to chapter 1 tomorrow, guys!

Chapter 1
--June 29, 2016--

He kept on walking around, scavenging each house, trying to salvage anything he can. His sanity has deteriorated to the point where he is paranoid of anything he hears. He tries to pull himself together, knowing that there might be survivors somewhere. If it wasn't here, then it'd be in the next town, and if it wasn't there, then he'd keep searching for a safe haven, away from this "hell on earth". He sat down, to write his newest entry.

Journal Entry #46
I am very hungry. I haven't eaten in 3 days, and I'm almost out of water. My physical and mental health is being diminished. I won't quit, I will find survivors, I will find a place to call 'home'. I will stick to the roads once I leave this town, there will be a better chance of finding other people there.----

He scurried around for a few more hours, having no luck whatsoever.

"And to think there'd probably be one home that would have supplies. Either the people took their things and left or a big group came and cleaned up the place."

After a few more hours, he still had no luck, he lost his energy. The man got a bit dizzy, and walked very slowly. His eyesight started to get a bit blurry, and he saw some figures limping in the distance going towards him. He started to panic and tried to run as fast as he can, he fell after running a couple of meters. He took out his shotgun and shot away. He shot one of the creatures in the arm, blowing it off. It still kept on walking. He kept on shooting, not being able to get them down.

"Damm...it..."

He passed out soon after.

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"Jon! You gotta get to the other side, now!" A voice yelled out.

Jon jumped over the fence as the creatures were overrunning his friend. He could hear the others yelling at him to get in the car. He was resistant, wanting to save his friend. As thirty or plus of those things closed in on him, he ran out of ammo. Jon was terrified, seeing his friend being ripped apart by those things. He was angry yet sorrowful at the same time.

"You fucking idiot! Get in the damn car!" someone from the group yelled to him.

He ran to the car and jumped in, the creatures barely pushing the fence down. They barely got away. Jon looked back, regretting not saving his close friend.
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"Hey buddy, are you alive?"

Jon woke up, confused. He looked around, he was in a room, it was boarded and dimly lit. He wanted to question the other man, but for now he was glad he met another human being and not met with those hell spawns.

"Who are you?" Jon asked.

"I saved your life from those damn flesh-eaters and first thing I get replied with is a 'who are you', where's the gratitude, buddy?" The mystery man asked.

"Man, I'm so tired. Oh sorry, thanks, I thought I would have been killed back there. Where are we? Also, I didn't quite get your name."

"Names are just a trivial thing in this world, call me Hunter. Also, we're at the middle of this town, we're gonna lay down until those flesh-eaters migrate away." He replied.

"Alright, nice to meet you, Hunter. Do you know if there's any other survivors? I haven't seen any other people for a long time."

"I used to have two other guys serving by my side, just trying to survive. I lost them during a trip to a super-market for supplies. We were overrun and they were both surrounded. It was either me or them. Going back would have been suicide. I had to do what I had to do." Hunter replied to Jon in a serious tone.

"I see. I used to have a group of 10, but we went through so much, we either left some behind due to last minute decisions or they were killed by those things or decided to take their lives. In the end, I was the only one left."

The two waited till the flesh-eaters passed by their safe house. They put together any materials they had. Deciding it would be best to go together. Hunter and Jon decided to rest for the night. Jon had a lot of trouble sleeping, he was just haunted by all the deaths of his group, and how he let them down by not getting them to somewhere alive. Night passed and dawn arrived.

"Alright, buddy. We're going to find the nearest gas station and fill up these gas tanks that way we're good to go for a while, got it?"

Jon nodded and they drove away in his truck. There were no creatures in sight, so they approached the station with ease. He felt uneasy about Hunter, though, thinking if he could trust him or not. Hunter started to fill up the tanks while Jon kept look-out. Jon spotted a lone flesh-eater by itself a few meters away from them. Jon worryingly looked to Hunter, and he just brushed it off and told him to stab it in the head. Jon hesitated to do so and Hunter just walked to the walker and knocked it down, then stepped on his head, killing it. Jon was surprised at how easily Hunter could do this. It made him wonder if this is what a world in this kind of state would do to a person. Jon looked into the distance, alarmed.

"Uhh...Hunter, there's a mob of those things coming right for us. I think you should hurry the hell up."

''Don't get your panties in a bunch, buddy. Jeez, I should have gotten some tampons for you, too." He jokingly said while putting the tanks in the back of the truck.

"This is serious, you idiot, get in the truck, now!"

Hunter started up the ignition and they barely drove away, Jon breathing a sigh of relief. He looks outside the window, wondering what's in store for him now.

Chapter 2: Not living at all

"Alright faggots, it's time for lunch." An officer said.

The prison mates walked to the mess hall, getting served the usual stale peanut butter sandwiches. They sat down and ate quietly, trying to whisper words without getting caught by the prison guards.

"Man, I can't believe my parole hearing is this week. Most likely, I'll be released by Sunday. Fellas, it's been good knowing ya'. See you on the outside soon, Morgan. Not sure if I can say the same for you, though, Jon." anxiously said Willis.

"Yeah, yeah. One day, I'm going to escape from this god-forsaken hell hole. You'll see." Jon told them.

"I wish you the best of luck, Willis. And Jon, that's quite a task, just make sure to not die. Better than rotting here the rest of your life or getting mistreated, huh." Morgan told them.

The three finished their meals and were put back into their cells. A week passed by, and Willis was released from the prison. Jon just kept living a cycle of sleeping, waking up, eating, and then going outside for an hour. He was rotting in this prison and he knew it. There was no possibility of parole for him, the crime was too large. Weeks passed, and something felt quite off in his surroundings. One day, he woke up, hearing screaming from every direction. It was disastrous. Jon looked outside his cell, watching prison mates "eating" away at the guards. Jon was terrified, it's like their humanity depleted and they were just animals. He ran away from them, not looking back. It's like his instincts just took over, knowing the need for survival.

"Jon, get over here." A familiar voice called out.

"Morgan! What the hell is happening?"

"I don't know, I just woke up and the damn prisoners just turned into animals right in front of my eyes. They started eating each other and the prison guards, too. All I know is that we need to get the fuck out of here, now!" Morgan said, panicking.

Jon nodded and they both ran down to the main floor, looking for an open exit. They saw many of their fellow prisoners being torn apart by other prisoners. There was so much blood, Jon was sick to his stomach. There was a man cornered by 4 of them, screaming out for help, but Jon and Morgan knew there wasn't anything they could do. He screamed in great pain as they tore apart his stomach open and carved away his face.

They opened the entrance, and ran out. The gates were closed, only being able to be opened by a button. Morgan and Jon decided to climb over, instead. Jon gave Morgan a lift, and he effortlessly went over. Just as Jon was about to climb, a pack of those once-human prisoners ran towards him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Jon hurry the hell up!" Morgan shouted on the other side.

Jon panicked and started to climb, as he was climbing, one of the things grabbed him by the leg. Jon couldn't make it let go. Morgan was freaking out, but found a pipe in one of the trashcans. He impaled the head of one of those things, killing it. Jon was able to climb over. Morgan was traumatized out of the realization that he killed what was once a person. He stood there, but Jon urged him to get over it and keep running.

As they ran around, they noticed how quickly things have turned to shit. People were looting and running away from infected people. They were killing others and stealing for their own survival. It was chaos.

"Hey! You two, do you need any help?" A feminine voice asked them, in a small vehicle.

Morgan nodded at Jon knowing it was their only chance to have at least a small percentage of survival. Without hesitation, they got inside her car, looking around at all the pandemonium. They got up-to-date on what was happening from the woman driving. They didn't care where they were going, as long as they lived. The woman picked up two more people, a father and young daughter. The small family told what happened on their side, how the mother turned into one of those things. The woman retold a similar story, of how her husband erratically changed and scratched her, and how she locked him in the bathroom and drove off. She was heading to her mother's house, in Atlanta.

The group of five drove out of the city, staying on the main road, and Jon looked outside the window.

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"Yo man, stop daydreaming, you need to stay focused" Hunter told him.

Jon jumped, waking up from his little trance. He rolled up the window and turned to Hunter, asking where there next destination was.

"We're gonna go to this place I'm familiar with. I have a friend there, he's been keeping contact with me through this here radio. There's flesh-eaters there, too, but not as much as there was in this town. Our best bet is to meet up there and make a plan."

''And where might that be?"

''Rosepine, Louisiana. It's a very small town, probably explains the lack of flesh-eaters. We'll be there in a few hours. First, we'll hit up a small town, though. See if we can pick up any more supplies. Gonzales might be a good little detour for that exact purpose."

They drove on for about 6 hours, until they reached Gonzales. Hunter got on the back of his truck and opened a medium-sized chest, with firearms and ammunition. He threw a 9 millimeter at Jon and took a old style shotgun for himself. Jon was surprised as to how Hunter got all this firepower, but he wasn't going to question him. Hunter also took a knife, while Jon took the Ax he picked up earlier.

"Here, take this suitcase, we're going to fill it up with anything we can find." Hunter told Jon.

They walked around. There were deserted cars and abandoned buildings everywhere. Dried up blood stains and some rotting corpses were also around. At this point, they weren't even alarmed at dead bodies, this was just the norm now. They entered small grocery stores and looted any food items that were still good. Hunter and Jon saw a bottles of water and poured it on themselves, being relieved that they had something to drink once again. They exited the store, seeming to not need anything else.

"Alright Hunter, I think that's all we need. Let's head to your friend, we don't have time to waste." Jon said.

Hunter stored back the weapons in the chest, for later use. They also laid the suitcases in the back of the truck. They heard barking in the distance. Jon spotted three dogs, though they look brutally disfigured, somehow still standing, though. The dogs ran towards them, Hunter quickly opened the trunk, took out his shotgun, and shot one of the dogs down. Jon shot his 9 millimeter at one of the dogs, wasting most of the clip to take it down. The last dog ran towards Jon and jumped, Jon covered his face out of fear.

A shot is heard from afar. Blood splashed on Jon. The dog's head was shot off. Jon thanked Hunter for saving him, but Hunter was confused, knowing he didn't take the shot. They looked around, and saw a woman, aiming her sniper rifle at the two men.

"What in the hell....." Hunter muttered.

"You two, get on the ground! Now!" She commanded them.

"We better do what she says, buddy, or else we'll end up like this dog here." Hunter told Jon.

They both laid on their bellies, and the woman approached them. She had black hair tied into a pony tail and had a great figure, but now wasn't the time to admire her body.

"Who are you guys?" She asked them.

"We're just two people trying to survive. We took whatever supplies we could from here, we were about to leave. We don't want any trouble." Jon told her.

She put her gun down and allowed them to get up. She told them about her endeavors and how she had nothing left here.

"I want to travel with you two, if that's okay. My name's Joanna." said she.

"You're a great shot, we need someone like you. It'd be our honor, ma'am." Hunter said in a flirtatious manner.

Jon and Joanna rolled their eyes. The three got in the truck and drove away, heading to Rosepine.

Chapter 3: Days gone by
---June 30, 2016---

Journal Entry #47
Well, I am back to peak physical health. Glad Hunter saved me when he did, if not, I'd be one of those flesh-eaters by now. Joanna seems to be a good addition to the group, she's able to snipe from a mile away, and Hunter, well, he's not afraid of anything, to sum it up. We're almost at Rosepine, maybe Hunter and his friend will have an idea of where to go next.

"Hey buddy, What is that? A diary? Haha!" Hunter jokingly asked Jon.

Jon put his journal back in his backpack.

''It's a journal, I'm writing of all my travels and my life in this new world. In case I am ever to die, and someone will read and somehow find this useful, then my life would have meaning"

"Haha, you're such a softy. You ain't gonna survive with that kind of attitude." Hunter kept on taunting him.

Jon just looked off to the side, annoyed by his remarks. Joanna was in the back of the truck, trying to shake off her urge to sleep, holding her rifle in her lap.

"Hunter, how much longer till we get there?" She asked.

Hunter didn't need to answer that question, the small town was in their sights. It was about midnight, and they closed in. Suddenly, they heard a transmission from the radio.

"Hunter, I'm right in the entrance of where you're going through, over." A voice said.

They got to the town and spotted an old man, appearing to be in his early 50's. The trio got off the truck and hunter greeted him.

"Well, I'll be, you actually made it here alive, and you brought additional people. Nice to meet you, my name's Emil." He greeted Joanna and Jon.

The group of four went into Emil's safe house. In there, they met two new faces, a young man and his sister. The young man was in his late teens, and the girl was in her early teens, name's unknown to even Emil himself. They looked like they were in shock.

"Hey, what's wrong with them?" Jon asked Emil.

"Oh, it'd be better to not ask. There were originally four in their group. I'm guessing it was their mother and father. I saved them from a group of flesh-eaters. A sudden change like this really affects people, y'know? You never know when you're going to lose your loved ones. In a world like this, you can't afford to get close to people." He replied.

Jon was shocked by his answer, realizing how things have changed so much in such little time. He tried talking to the siblings, but they just had a blank look in their face, as if they lost their will to live. He then went back to Hunter, Emil, and Joanna, in the middle of a conversation.

"Alright, I say we head north-west. I heard a lot of rumors about the north being unaffected by this. We'll need to make a layout, though. Cities and towns to hit up, that way we don't run out of supplies on the way there." Hunter recommended.

The two agreed, and Jon was brought up to speed on what they were planning. They decided to rest up for the night. The group of four then discussed about the two siblings, seeing as they could be a liability. Joanna and Jon were against leaving them behind.

"They're just children, even if they're a liability, we can't just leave them here! What are we, monsters?" Joanna adamantly asked.

"She's right, we can't and won't leave them behind. Sure, they're a bit distant right now, but they will adapt in this world, they have no other choice." Jon replied.

Hunter and Emil didn't like the idea of being brought down or baby-sitting, but agreed. They stayed in the boarded up safe house. The four alternated keeping look-out from above the house, Hunter and Joanna did their turns and it was Emil next, as he climbed up, he was shocked at what he saw. There was a group of flesh-eaters, about 20 of them, heading towards the house. Emil immediately went downstairs.

"Hunter, give your little groupies some firepower, we need you three up here immediately!" He commanded.

Hunter was confused, but opened the chest of weapons and handed Joanna her rifle and Jon a 9-millimeter handgun. The three went upstairs and saw the large amount of flesh-eaters. The Flesh-eaters caught up to the safe house before they were able to get ready. They started clawing at the doors and windows, breaking it, little by little. The two siblings just sat there, as if they had accepted their fate.

"Hey, if you don't come with us, you're going to die, you idiots!" Jon told them.

"What's the use? Mommy and Daddy are gone." The girl depressingly told Jon.

"God dammit" Jon said in frustration.

He took both siblings forcibly by their hands, ignoring their whining of the pain. Emil told Hunter to jump down from the roof of the house onto his truck, so they could drive out. Joanna kept shooting, and Jon joined along. Joanna, Emil, and Jon shot at the creatures, shooting a considerable amount down, but more were coming.

"Get ready, you two. I'm about to cause a diversion." Emil told them.

He ran out of the house and kept on running, his shotgun being held in his left hand. He was able to catch most of the flesh-eaters attention, they were running towards him, Joanna and Jon shooting them down as Emil was running. Emil turned around and one of them was a few feet away. Emil shot it in the head, causing it to land on top of him. He decided to not move in fear of the flesh-eaters noticing he was still alive.

"Fuck" He grunted.

"They got Emil!" Joanna yelled to Hunter unknowing of what happened.

The rest of the flesh-eaters turned back around, hearing Joanna's voice. Jon, Joanna, and the siblings got in the truck with Hunter, driving off.

"Those damn bastards." He whispered to himself, angrily.

"Goddammit!" Hunter yelled out. "I can't believe they got him".

"There was nothing you can do, he did this for the good of the group, he died with purpose." Joanna told him.

The siblings were in the back, still keeping to themselves. It's like they were just shells of their former selves. Jon didn't even know their names, but yet he felt for them.

"We needed Emil, he had the map and coordinates and everything. Now we're just driving blind. We'll keep sticking to the roads, next town we see will decide what's next for us." Hunter told the group.