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I bet you know I few good jokes about the apocalypse, I also know one: in this apocalyptic world practically everyone is dead and surviving is the hardest thing I have ever encountered. Oh I guess it wasn't a joke after all. Well this is my reality and I have to kill to survive. It's a semi sad reality, but hey, what can you do? I mean when a giant rabid wolf dog thing starts charging you wanting to chew off your legs and arms one by one what are you supposed to do, pet it? Yeah that's exactly what all those animal lovers said, don't see any of those walking around anymore now do you?

Surviving is hard, but having to continue on when everyone you ever knew, loved, or admired has been eaten by some mutant animal totally sucks. So far I have been alone, for about 3 months now. You know how crazy you start to go when all you ever see is empty broken buildings and rabid mutant animals trying to eat you? Of course not, but I do. It really wears on you, the constantly being on alert, traveling all the time, trying not to pay attention to the reminders of human life. The children's toys scattered in pieces around, the names on the mailboxes that are wearing off, even just random items like cell phones, ripped clothing, or even trash can bring back crushing memories. I try to keep my mind blank, but sometimes I can't stop the onslaught of memories. Sometimes I convince myself someone with me would simply be a liability; they would only slow me down. But most the time I think that a partner would be great, someone to watch my back. Maybe even a guy for me to fall for….but really what kind of future could I have with someone here?