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The world is under attack.

Little Town, USA
Joined April 2007
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This symbol has become my only form of communication. If you see circle Z, the dead are near.
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Climbed a tree for a better view... One is a child... I've never had to... do that before...
More movement. 2 will be more difficult. But I haven't eaten real food in days. A man can not survive the way I've been living much longer.
He should be easily... handled. But something else is moving. Coming from the other window.
I can see through the window. An old man. And food. Lots of food.
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Closer to the house. I can hear the generator. Someone is inside. And clearly, they have resources... I hate having to kill the living.
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A house up ahead? Why are the lights on? I haven't seen electricity in years...
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Spent days traveling in the woods. Digging holes, covering with brush to hide. Tonight, finally a town is in view.
More dead are dying. Or dying again? At least there are less wandering.
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I still wonder about the pigs. Years ago a man warned me that it all started with the pigs.
I haven't seen Greg in 5 years. Lost him in in a horde of zombies. His arm must have gotten him by now. I can only assume he's dead.
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Lost Greg years ago. Never saw him go. I hope he's still alive.
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No contact with the outside world for almost 4 years. The dead finally seem to be dying again. Finally a moment to rest?
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Once outside I find the whole complex abandoned. Not knowing what to do I run to an empty car.
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There are a couple of dead bodies in the room. I hurry outside and try to clean myself off. Scared and confused I start to run.
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The light hits me eyes hard and I stumble back. As the light hits all parts of the room, I start to look around.
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Confused and scared I try to stand up. The room is dark and cold. I finally reach a wall... and a cold handle. I push it open.
Silence... Darkness.... and the stench of death. Where am I? What is going on.... where is Matt?
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We walk a bit more, both of us silent. Matt stops dead in his tracks looking foward trying to make out what is ahead.
The weather is terrible. The roads are even worse. We need to find some better form of transportation to get out of here faster.