Survivng pt 5

It's been a day since we saw any figure. Mark and I have been wondering the streets, looking for something... A safe area, police, the army... no luck. It's almost maddening.. no birds chirping. There is only the occasional gunshot, and the constant moaning of the undead. I almost can't take it... Mark is losing his grip too.. I don't think I can take it much longer... I need... a sign. A sign that things will be alright..

Survivng pt 4

The kids have taken whatever they had. Chair legs, tables, locker doors, baseball bats, and rulers could be seen, bloodstained. The kids we're very trusting, though without the presence of an authority figure, there was much Anarchy. Lot's of cussing and drinking. I don't wish to go into more detail. The leader, an older kid, Gary let us sleep there in exchange for some food. The full night of rest was much needed. Though school would never serve as a permanent home (even if you got used to the rotten flesh and piss smell). We woke up the next morning, washed ourselves in the sinks., then went on our way.

Survivng pt 3

We past the local school. Mark wanted to search for survivors. We argued for a bit, and I finally gave up. Zombies are probably in there, but I'm not having my best friend killed, so I followed. We walked around, busting open lockers. I found this empty journal. So now I can write about our surviving. Mark yelled for me to come over. There were a few kids huddled in the corner.