*PROLOGUE*

Uhmm...hello...my name is Justin Lakes. My pop said I need to stop talking to myself out loud.
So He got me this journel
Umm...the crops are coming in fresh...
Ill write in you tomarrow

*DAY 1*
Oh god...Poppa shot someone...but this person was different...
He...he had only one arm AND he wasnt bleeding! Poppa said I should be getting ready to move.
I dont got time to write much more, but I will write this.
I am scared.

*DAY 2*
Oh god...
Oh god...
Someone Shot Poppa.
Someone called him a zombie...but he was yelling to please not shoot...
Hes dead...
DAMN...
I have to make him a grave...

*DAY 3*
Hehehe! I tought myself how to fire a gun! And I met a group of people willing to take me in! I accepted but when I got there, the place was a fortress!
Huge walls, traps and all the food you could ever need!
I asked them what is all this for, but they replied "So we dont become one of them"
I dont know what that means, but I gotta get more practice.

*DAY 4*
I...
I finally killed alot of those...people?
No...they have changed...
Undead...that seems like a good name.
Wait...
Is that Poppa?
-break in the page-
-30 minutes later-
I shot poppa...
He...he was one of them.
I tried to hug him...
But he tried to eat me! I had to shoot him...
I...
I gotta get some rest.
Gotta train in the morning...

*DAY 5*
Damn.
Someone stole all of the medical kits and ran out during the night.
I gotta go out with a team to track him down.
Ill write in you later...
-several hours later-
We tracked him to a bunker on a distant island.
We gotta stay watch so me and another member in our group are gonna watch him while the rest of the group heads back.

*DAY 6*
♥♥♥♥...
♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥
Those...undead...
They swarmed the fort.
When the group came back, they had supplies and enough to build a bridge to the island, but at least 5 members were gone. I swear a cloud of dispair was hovering above and around us all...but anyway
we spent the day making the bridge
But Jesus...
I hope the others made it out...

*DAY 7*
-lots of the writing is marked out due to water damage-
Made -t t- the isl-nd
Sw-m the r-st of the w-y with Cy-us. He i- th l--de-
H- sa-d th-t the ro-ue commi-ed susci-e
-- said w- are g-ing t- hold up here for awhi-e

*DAY 8
-new dry paper-
We finished the bridge
And we got afew transport trucks to gather what supplies we could scavenge from the fort.
There was a huge group of undead near there
Luckly they didnt follow us.

*DAY 9*
-page is soaked in blood*
Damn...
The undead attacked...
But thats what didnt get me...
Bandits followed them
And they took us by suprize
They killed most of us
I tried to save as many of them by sealing them into the bunker...
But I got bit and shot in the process...
To anyone who is reading this...
We have supplies in the bunker...
Hopefully, you wont be able to get th-------
*rest of the page is soaked in blood and vomit*

*EPILOGUE*
As Justin Lakes breathed his last...
His almost lifeless fingers fired the life-taking bullet into his skull, curing him of zombification
He didnt die in vain
He saved 7 survivors at the cost of taking his own life.
The undead hoard however
Was the one who privaled in the outcome
Both Bandits and "Heroes" were defeated.
But for the 7 survivors who made it into the bunker
They will live on.
All thanks to Justin Lakes.
He shall live on in the memories of who he saved.

-End Story-