It's so cold right now... it's always cold, though. The sun is shining, but I don't feel it anymore. The worst thing about this whole business isn't knowing if someone is dead or not - it's not knowing, and hoping for one excruciating second that they're surviving somewhere. It's seeing a person in the distance that reminds you of someone from the past, and then they turn around and you have to run. Always running, running....

You can't even trust those who are alive anymore. Even the most trustworthy among them would shoot you in the back for something good enough. People always thought that if there was a "zombie apocalypse", bloodthirsty, nightmarish creatures would be everywhere, ready to kill in a second. They actually die out pretty quickly after a few years, though. The reality is emptiness. Walking through cities, fields, mansions and shacks. The worst places are towns. They look like everyone just got spirited away, with everything as it used to be. You can almost feel eyes on you as you walk down the street. I want to say I hope to survive, but that assumes there's an end to this. Maybe there will be, one day. Maybe pigs will fly, too. Who knows what the future holds?