[ PI ] You 're the lone survivor of a zombie apocalypse simply because zombies are n't interested in you .

I'm relatively new to this sub, so I hope responding to this with my own is n't considered poor form. Great story, by the way 
 
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 June 1^st, 2016 
 
 Do n't put too much stock into the date. I'm not exactly sure of it anymore. The last entry is dated for the 6^th of May, and I know that was accurate, but I lost track of time since then. 
 
 They're gone. All of them. Ripped to shreds, bit and turned, the usual. Tom fucking killed himself, used Murray's shotgun. He still had that shell we made last summer, the one with his name on it, from when we were thought it would be fun to convince our roommate we were all going to off ourselves. We did n't of course, and even if we had tried, he would n't have believed us; Murray said that sort of stupid shit all the time, jackass that he was. 
 
 Sorry. Kind of hard to keep to the point. I should be dead. I should either be lying on the ground with half of my skull missing, just like Tom, or I should be shambling around out there with the rest of the corpses. Obviously I'm not. But its not because I was fast, or smart, or fought harder than anyone else. Its because the fucking things do n't want me. 
 
 Tom offed himself because they were going to get in. We had made it into a little house and done what barricading we could, but we did n't have the time or the right tools, and there were at least two hundred of them out there, trying to get in. Even with how weak some of them have gotten, it was just too much. They were going to get in, we were going to die, and Tommy decided he did n't want to get ripped apart. So I hear the bang, I turn around, and after I process what just happened I start to go for the gun just as the boards on one of the windows give. I grab the gun but used the last shell, so I'm on the floor with my asshole roommate's brains all over me and a bunch of rotted corpses coming at me. I pump the slide and pull the trigger and nothing happens. I'm screaming and I think I might have pissed myself. One of them was coming right at me, its lips were missing and so was one of its eyes and all I could hear was that moan they do when they get after something. And it walked right over me and fell on Tom's dead body and just started digging in. 
 
 I froze. More of the barricades broke, more of the dead came in, more of them went right past me to chow down on my friend's corpse. I do n't know how long I stayed there. It was dusk when I finally got up and started running. I went right past them, they did n't even turn to look at me. 
 
 It took a few days but eventually I figured out it was n't just a fluke. They honestly do n't care about me. I do n't know what it is. I can go wherever I need to, get whatever I want. Food and supplies are less of a problem now, but I have n't seen anyone for a while, and the noises are starting to wear on me. I'm worried that I'm the only one around. I think I'm more worried that I'm not and anyone who finds me will think they're ignoring me because I'm infected. 
 
 Anyways, that's enough about that. Other important things: Went back to the city, Cleared out a few floors of an apartment building. Its surprisingly easy when they just let you push them around. I'm staying here for now, but I guess we'll see. I'm going to try to keep my entries regular from here on out. It feels more important now that I do n't have anyone else to talk to.
