The WWZ diary...Day 1

Two days ago,on my 14th birthday,The world succumbed to what people called the walking dead,I rember that my old man had left the country for some military crisis. I was the only one left in my family that was still alive. I had found my old mans hunting rifle and his .45 in the basement when I had escaped the Mass of Undead roaming the streets that had taken my family from me.My mom,my brother,my sisters,everyone but me….I had learned to shoot from my Old Man,and I had discovered that a shot to the head would dispatch them..I would roam the streets during the day looking for supplies and any survivors,not that there were many,Many of the survivors were kids like me,that were told to hide in the closet or there rooms by there parents. All of us ended up getting rescued by a band of survivors called “The Last Hope” The leader was Sgt.John Keller,a retired black Ops specialist that had been discharged for reasons unknown…but he was a nice guy overall.I personally think that Allie(one of the survivors from my group) has taken a liking to him,I must end this for it is my guard shift in a minute.

The WWZ diary...Day 1

Max Michelsen

Thornton, United States

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It’s a fictional bit designed to fill a what if? senario that became a really good read..If you enjoy it,then I will write more entries into the story…

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