Day 323

It's been a week since I've seen another -living- soul. I've seen plenty of zombies. Infected mothers...toddlers...crawling on the ground as if they were hungry bugs. I've seen zombified men scavenging a deer carcass and fighting each other over it. I wonder...are zombies cannibalistic? Will they eat each other if pushed? The way my mind works sometimes, i swear. But hey...that means they won't come after me, right? I bet you are wondering how i managed to survive for almost a year? Well i'll tell you. First...I live underground. That's right. Under. ground. I dug it and fortified it myself and i have pure running water. It's cold, but it won't infect me with the zombie plague or any other disease. When there were others, we scavenged a bank vault door out of the nearby town and at night we....I..camouflage the entrance to look like the hill it leads into and i also splash ammonia around to clear any trace of my scent every night. I sleep with my hunting rifle in the back of the bunker, and i have booby traps all around the area. The only time i am truly afraid of being found? Blood moons. It does something crazy to 'em. Thank whoever is listening that there's only two or so each year. I can always tell when one is coming because of the howls. Zombies howl. The blood moon is the only time they howl and it's a sound that freezes the blood in my veins, every time. Any time i hear them howling, i take out my ammonia, splash it behind me as i jog, get to the bunker, clear the area of my scent and stay in there. I don't move. I barely breathe and I sure as hell don't sleep.

Rationing is the name of the game, people. People? Why do I even bother....anyway. I've got six jugs of purified water left, two racks of smoked cow before they were all systematically hunted down by the zombies because cows are living, and slow. Meat is a luxury though because it seems to attract them. I've shot more zombies defending a fresh deer kill or when i am out about...ohhh...half a mile away cooking the meat than i have any time else. They don't seem to mind the fruit trees I've managed to tend and grow, around the area so they must need living meat to survive or not go into stasis, right? I've crafted enough ammunition for my hunting rifle to last the winter, and soon I'll begin canning the fruit that i can collect during the day. I don't go out at night, for safety reasons obviously.

There used to be others living with me, but personalities flared and they left the safety of the bunker. I haven't seen or heard from them since. I regret them leaving because it gets lonely, and nerve wracking to possibly be the only person alive. I used to see people in their vehicles going past slowly during the day and I'd warn them that going into the town was suicide, but no one ever listened. I don't know if anyone ever passed by at night...if they did they have a death wish.

Hopefully some day soon the zombie plague around the area will be dealt with. I don't know if it's world-wide yet. I don't even know if it's just this area. If anyone living ever finds this diary....please take it with you to remember me. And if i'm a zombie? Headshot.