yea i somtimes write random stuff in my spare time and none of it gets read, so i guess im gunna start a "diary" of some sort which bases it self in the middle of a "zombie" apocolypse, i guess some people could get a "kick" out of this, enjoy? or just don't read it, i could care less.
*ahem*
page 1
An ordinary day is no longer an average occurance, one can only hope that the air smells clean and the sun shines bright in these times. Everything reminds me of the past, but nothing can bring it back, hope is the only thing that keeps me going, the only thing that matters anymore. If only people didn't take life for granted, treasure your moments if you can, even those moments where you wish you were dead, just treasure the fact that your alive.
page 2 The tench of rotting flesh fills my head with the thoughts of people dieing, all those people lose their lives, and for what? Scientists thrive to discover the unknown, if only they relized the shear stupidity of their actions somtimes, things would be different.
"I don't think we can get out of here, the road to that old place is covered in those things." "Can't we try? if we stay here they'll break through the walls soon enough, I don't prefer waiting for our deaths to meet us here." "Well the truck is totaled and we have one other option, so i don't think running fifteen kilometers is a good idea." "Digging under the city? are you mad? such a task would take weeks, and we don't have that time." "Fine, have it your way."
The stench of rotting flesh fills my head with the thoughts of people dieing, all those people lost their lives, and for what? Scientists thrive to discover the unknown, if only they relized the shear stupidity of their actions somtimes, things would be different.
The stench of rotting flesh fills my head with the thoughts of people dying, all those people lost their lives, and for what? Scientists thrive to discover the unknown, if only they realized the shear stupidity of their actions sometimes, things would be different.
I love it! I like how you've written it as a diary, not a story. *waits for more*
The walls seem to shake, the floor is thought to crumble, spirits are low. Charles is still stuck on his stupid idea, and the kids are scared, only one thing left to do, one thing to hope for. We'll have to run through the crowd of cannibals. The younge aren't in any shape to even move, this can pose as a problem. Our plan is to throw any food we have left off the roof, this may thin out any area in the crowd for us to fight through, these kids won't have a way to escape on their own. Our problem is a dire one, the children have no way through so we must make a way for them, with force...
"Okay, it's all set, lets get ready" "Alright... get a move on dan, we need to clear a way for the little ones." "Let's move!" *indistinct screams*
The walls seem to shake, the floor is thought to crumble, spirits are low. Charles is still stuck on his stupid idea, and the kids are scared, only one thing left to do, one thing to hope for. We'll have to run through the crowd of cannibals. The young aren't in any shape to even move, this can pose as a problem. Our plan is to throw any food we have left off the roof, this may thin out any area in the crowd for us to fight through, these kids won't have a way to escape on their own. Our problem is a dire one, the children have no way through so we must make a way for them, with force...
I checked it for you. There was only one spelling error i fixed it.
Why do we fight for that which is gone, the planet is barren, and void of love.
We managed to save all the kids and get then through the mob, now we need to get through the "zombie" ridden streets. If only we had a vehicle, if only we had somthing. food isn't in our posetion and everyone is hungry, we can only hope. Ahead of us is a town, it seems empty, and theres smoke rising from the center, things are finally looking up for us. We met a group of survivors, 2 of them bitten, the other one is seemingly fine. Cathy Mark and Jen joined our group, but things may not stay safe for long.
"hey there little lady, how long have you had that bite for?" "Not long, last night a raccon bit me, i must have stumbled upon its nest." "Oh good, though you were bitten by one of them things lurking about" "Well i wasn't so lucky, one of those things bit me a few days back, and it's getting infected." "Mark, your bite is more then it seems, we have noticed that people who are bitten, start to change..."
