[ WP ] You were the last human on earth after the zombie apocalypse destroyed civilization . One day , you finally get infected by a zombie , but after turning , you realize what you 've been missing out on .

10/13 
 
 *I am starting to think I am the last one. I have n't seen another human in months. My mom... my brother... my boyfriend... all gone. I do n't even know how I made it this long. Dumb luck I guess. The cities fell so quickly. We tried to escape to the farmlands. To get away from the smell of burning rubble and the sound of screams. We were safe in a barn for a few weeks. The owners had blown their brains out with their last rifle rounds. The guns were as useless as clubs, but they left behind machetes, pitchforks, axes. Left behind the animals, too. We killed the cattle and smoked the meat. We had grain for the chickens and they provided fresh eggs. We thought we were going to make it. We were wrong. I have to go now. The sun is setting. I am so afraid. * 
 
 10/15 
 
 *After my last entry I had to flee. The wood of the barricade was rotten. It did n't take many bodies piled against it to break. I ran west, keeping to the edge of the woods for cover. When I hit the stream I followed it for hours, not even stopping for sleep. Even when I ca n't see them I hear the anguished moans echoing around me. I ca n't tell how many. I ca n't tell how far. I hear them and it's driving me mad. God has abandoned us. * 
 
 10/18 
 
 *Fuck. Fuck. My arm is on fire. It was just a scratch I swear it was just a scratch. Did n't even break the skin. I was so stupid. * 
 
 10/18 ( second entry ) 
 
 *It's getting harder to write. Harder to see. I'm so hungry. So tired. Scared. * 
 
??? 
 
 *I woke up feeling better. The worst part is over. My fever broke in the night and a serene calm descended. Maybe it's delirium. I am starving. Someone came for me. Stared at me with milky eyes in rotten flesh. But I was not afraid. How silly I was to be afraid before. It tilted it's head, turned, and I knew I must follow. I ca n't run anymore, only stumble behind. It's like being in a dream where your limbs move achingly slow, and yet I am content in it - the surreal surrender. For so long I have been afraid. For so long I have hurt. For so long I was tormented by memories and emotion. None of it matters anymore, though. It has been washed away by this new birth. All I feel is ravenous hunger. And my new companion is leading me to a meal. *
