I won't start this off with a cheery greeting...

I know this has been the thing that people talked about. I remember when everyone used to love to dress up as these hideous things for Halloween, just as a joke. In fact, I may have been a part of that fun, but now...

I can't be angrier for how people speculated this event. "Zombie Apocalypse" seems so over used that when these things try to break down my doors and bang on my walls, I cry. I'm sure there are people still out there... I don't want to see them. If they saw me they would know how weak I was and still am. So I sit here and look for the occasional scrap of food that could never quench my appetite. When I'm not trying to prevent myself from starvation, however, I sit here and write to nobody, wasting lots of time as usual.

just a little ago I heard a voice from just outside my home (if you could even consider this scrap pile a home) and it sounded like it needed help.

"Is anyone there?" the voice called, clearly a young one too because they made the mistake of shouting into an abandoned place. I tried to walk out carefully and slowly to make sure the kid didn't think I was a brain dead husk like some other things these days. To my surprise, he was a lot taller than expected, and he carried a gun of some kind; maybe it was broken?

"Hey kid," I said, "What are you doing here?"

"Same thing as you are, I'm sure. Trying to survive. Quite a mess here, huh?"

"My house or..?" I started moving back inside with this kid standing next to me.

"The situation, I mean. But, that's okay, complaining isn't a way to go about things."

"No," I paused, "It isn't." I turned around and kicked my journal under the bed.

I think this is the last that I will write in this damned book. It's already been crowded with so much writing, keep in mind that it is only been a day, that it's not much use to me anymore. I have decided to set off with Brycen, as I learned he went by, and leave this here. 

Goodbye you anchor,

-Lewis