SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL

CHAPTER 1 - Prologue and The Beginning

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PROLOGUE

Late at night, a shadow came running through the dark streets.

So dark that you can barely see anything visible in front and you're running through it blindly.

But the running shadowy being didn't stop, even in the very dark as it kept on going until it found a safe place and a quiet spot to hide in from whatever is chasing after the shadow.

It finally found a place somewhere and hurriedly hid in the corner where the darkness completely overwhelms it and you can't even see or find it, that even a blind person couldn't as well.

Then the one that is hiding in the shadows held its breath to stay quiet and listen attentively to its pursuers.

The pursuers that were after the runner came not too long behind and in the shadows, the hidden figure froze still like a stone statue when soft shuffles and hungry moaning sounds came closer to the hiding place.

The group of pursuers was chasing after the shadow which is a human person.

It is a group of zombies.

Zombies are undead beings and creatures that rose from human corpses, caused by a worldwide plague that ravaged the whole planet years before and devastated the world into a horrific vast apocalypse.

This unknown living human kept on being quiet and held on its breath to stay silent like the wind and air itself, listening with sharp hearing and hiding deeper into the shadows, while the zombie group passed by the place where the person is hiding in.

It felt like hours to wait fearfully and tense for the zombies to all pass by but in reality, it took only minutes.

Once the zombies were all gone and are finally out of sight, the human hiding itself in the shadows, slowly came out and peeked to look and make sure that they've gone and all of them are.

It sighed with relief, still staying in that dark corner, and sat down on the ground, ignoring and not minding the dirt and mess that is sitting.

The person reached behind to take off their backpack and took out a big book-like journal from inside and opened it where the pen is inside, marking its place, and started writing.

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JOURNAL ENTRY: DAY UNKNOWN, 8TH MONTH AUGUST, YEAR 2XXX

Hey again, It's me.

I just managed to escape another day from being eaten by zombies and live for another one.

As usual.

I haven't found any more food or supplies or weapons yet.

I'll try looking and searching for more in another 3 days when I get back to my 'Safe Haven'.

I can't tell whether my luck might get good or bad again, but I guess I should be glad that today is one of those good-luck days.

Anyway, I should get going and get back. There's no telling that more zombies might come out and I'm going to almost bump into them again.

I should write down another new rule for that here in my journal.

RULE #58: Always double-check your surroundings again.

Right, I'll write that rule on my survival rule list once I returned safely back and ALIVE too.