6/9 - 11:45 PM
Hello Diary. It's been two weeks now, since the dead walked and, to my and the human race's misfortune they're taking over. All this shit about martial law and the so called "rescue-stations" are nothing but pure bullshit. If I would be in charge I'd say "Everyone for himself!". But those government-motherfuckers got the society all confused so it collapsed. The cities are no longer cities I might add.
I went back to Baltimore this morning to get a generator and some food. Ammo too, of course. After have been walking around in the town I'm starting to wonder if I'm the last man on earth. Who knows? By the way, it was kinda good that I got that generator with back to the cabin 'cause when I got back, the lights were out. Luckily, it's all light up right now, and I've finally finished the metal-fence, just in case those shit-brains would decide to go food-hunting up here. It seems there aren't so many here in the mountains, but ya can never be too sure, can you.
It's late and I'll figure I'll make myself a turkey-sandwich and go to sleep. I'm so glad I haven't been forced to give up the turkey-sandwiches yet.
10/9 - 09:16 PM
Shot a couple of the walking dead today, those bitches were trying to get through. They are so hideous! One of those monsters were really messed up. The poor soul had an arm ripped off, you could see the rib-cage and it looked like a large part of its jaw had been blown away or something. Lucky for him, I put an end to his suffering. But I figure that even though they're dead humans walking, they aren't really the people they used to be. Their souls are in heaven now, I hope. Hell, I wouldn't want to drag my fat ass around looking for raw meat forever. That won't happen either, not to me.
Tomorrow I'm gonna take the "day off". I haven't been able to get a good night sleep for the last two weeks. There aren't any creatures around anymore, not in this area. So tomorrow I'm on a mission to relax. Now I'm cooking myself a nice, warm, spicy beef with fries and BBQ-sauce. If you're the only shopper in America you can take everything and a little more.
12/9 - 06:00 AM
Hello Diary. Sorry that I didn't wrote yesterday but I was so tired that I gave it a vacation. But now I'm back with my pencil in hand.
It's a beautiful morning and it makes me so happy to hear the birds sing. It makes me feel that I'm not alone. And boy, it sure gets lonely up here. The truth is that I'm planning to take the truck and go find some other people, or else I'll go insane or I'll be taken by the creatures sooner or later. That fence won't last forever.
I'm out of cigarettes and booze so I'm heading back to Baltimore to get some. I'm leaving in five minutes. I'll return with the reports tonight.
12/9 - 09:29 PM
Dear diary. I got fuckin' bitten today! ME! I got bitten! One of those motherfuckin' creatures bit me when I was stocking up liquor-bottles in the truck. I blasted that fuck-brain to fuckin' hell!
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do now. According to the news I'll become one of them. I won't let that happen! No f-u-c-k-i-n-g way! Or maybe I'll be okay. If I'm lucky it won't take affect on me. Some sort of immunity, maybe. Yeah! Maybe I'll be okay. Ill pray for it.
Other than that it is the wound that hurts like hell. Not even when I accidently chopped my toe of as a kid hurts like this. This wound never stops to hurt. It's like a flame burning my skin and flesh. I've put bandage around it, but it still hurts.
I'm starting to feel dizzy. I better go to bed.
13/9 - 02:45 PM
When I woke up this morning I was still dizzy. My head hurts and I think I have a nasty fever going on. The wound still hurts but not as much as yesterday. I can't feel my own skin and I'm getting chills. I hope it's only temporarily.
I'm also hungry as hell. Hungry for a nice, juicy beef. I ate the largest T-Bone I had but I'm still hungry. The other food-products does not appeal me anymore. I feel this strange crave for meat all the time.
Jesus! It's starting to bang outside at the fence. I better get out and shoot a couple of them. I'll get back to you.
13/9 - 08:12 PM
Wow. After I shot those creatures of the face of the earth I just collapsed on the porch. I woke up just now to write it all down.
I've been thinking about getting out again. But for the safety of my own health I'll wait until the wound has healed and the fever is gone. Maybe I'll go up north to Canada. I know people there. Or I'll just go south to Mexico or steal a boat and go to Jamaica. Now that would have been neat. But I can't make the plans now so I wi...
14/9 - 11:15 AM
Collapsed yesterday. Ate all the meat. Nothing left. The wound is rotten. I am pale, I feel drunk. I am hungry, meat. I'm cold, I'm freezing.
I accidently cut myself. No blood came out of the wound. That is strange. I'm getting black-outs. Having trouble speaking.
I wanted to watch TV. No broadcast.
Looked at myself in the mirror. Pale and sollow.
It's getting darker.
Die.
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