Tick tock, the clock on my wrist tells me it is 1:00 pm. Zombies have been around for about a month, I've been trying very hard to find a cure.
I'm not allowed to go outside, the building I'm in only will last for another week or two considering we are now running on a generator.
I hope to figure out a cure, I'm very close , I want to make sure my kids don't turn into walkers, well if they aren't already.
Billy and Bella, I wonder if they remembered the stock of weapons up in the attic? I hope so.
Otherwise I will never rest in peace, I'd be very ashamed for my knowledge to go to complete waste.
Looking out the window I see about two hundred zombies or walkers moaning, I steady my gun and crossbow incase they manage to get in somehow but they don't.
That's when I see the heartbreaking site of a little girl zombie, it's terrible the way the world has changed.