I couldn't sleep last night, I was hunted by an unpleasant feeling; It felt like another storm of raids are going to hit our base. Off I go outside our base, the breeze, the smells of grass, and the full moon makes everything so gloomy and dead. I figured that we are low on painkillers and first aid kits, so off I go to the closest pharmacy I could find. I'm going alone, because everyone is asleep; Halfway across the bridge, I heard screams from the main entrance of the city, without thinking any longer I rushed to where the source of the noise comes from. I saw a group of people, 2 guys 1 girl were being cornered by these fuckers. I didn't know what to do, but then I remember that I brought some molotovs along with me. I light them up, then threw it to the crowds; I saw a guy running towards me, sadly only him who survived in this horrible night. He said "Thank you, name is Jack", "I'm Mike, now come help me gather some painkillers. I need you to guard the door.". This was supposed to be a one man mission, but then it became 2. Gathered some stuff, I was distracted by all of these drugs that I need to take when suddenly the door bursts open. "Shit! Run!" Jack said, we were overran by craze and cutters so I took off with him through the back door; It was a close call, thank you to him the new recruit.
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Monday, July 8, 2013
Day 12, July 8th 2013 - Her First Kill.
By IM9:18 PMapocalypse, brother, camp, craze, cutter, food, infections, invade, kill, little girl, molotov, my journal, my survival story, running away, sister, survival story, survive, teamwork, trapped, zombies
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