[ WP ] Life after the zombie apocalypse

Day again. I've lost count on how many it's been since the shelter fell. I feel as though I've been walking for years. But it ca n't have been. I must just be... exhausted. A 17 year old's body probably is n't suited for this kind of endurance walking through forests. Maybe I should find a place to settle down and live, or at least hold for a while. Maybe. 
 
 It's have to be in a town, though. I do n't know how to grow food yet, and even if I did, the supplies I have would n't hold out long enough for the crop to grow. Damn, I wish I'd worked the farm, or at least had been taught about foodstuffs in the woods, at the shelter! Salvage is nice to know, but I'm just not able to grow for myself. 
 
 Regardless, I have to keep moving. They're quiet during the daytime. I'll continue this when I reach the place I'm camping tonight. 
 
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 Evening. I happened upon a small shack that seems to have been abandoned long before the uprising. I did n't even have to clean out the previous inhabitants this time. It's on the outskirts of a town. I've been traveling west from my shelter. My history teacher claimed there had been a great city due west of the shelter. Portland, I believe she called it. 
 
 Well, that does n't matter anymore. Cities mean walking dead, we were always taught that. Even though the evacuation was a relative success, millions still turned in the cities. It's dangerous there. But that's where I'm headed, because salvage is all I know how to do, and cities definitely promise salvage. I'll just have to be cautious. A knife is n't going to do anything against that many walkers. 
 
 I've boarded up all the entrances to the shack and looked around. I've found a small trapdoor that looks fresher than the outside walls. My curiosity has gotten the better of me. I'm going down it. I'll write what I find when I get back. 
 
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 Oh God. What have I done? I'm such an **IDIOT! ** Why on earth did I go down there! Alright. I do n't have much time. They're going to get out soon. Shit. 
 
 I've put the bed on the trapdoor but that wo n't stop them for long. Underneath this trap door is a legion of zombies. This shack must have been the entrance to another shelter. There were no survivors of this one. Fuck. Listen to me. If you're reading this, stay away from this shack! It's not safe! 
 
 Not safe... heh. No where is safe anymore. This entire hellhole world has gone to crap. If you're reading this... That means you're moving my corpse. 
 
 *The paper is now stained with specks of blood, progressively getting thicker* 
 
 Cause there's no way in hell I'm staying alive through this, and there's no way in hell I'm letting **THEM** do me in. It's just going to be me, and my knife. 
 
 Good luck, stranger, whoever you are. This is the last entry of...
