All Alone

So, first and foremost I'd have to tell you my reason for writing a blog. I mean, in a world where almost no one has the ability to log on to the internet, it'd seem pretty worthless, wouldn't it? I want to create a legacy, to talk about the world around me for future generations to read. Because I believe humanity WILL prevail. At this moment, I'm writing this from an abandoned military bunker in god knows where. I've been on the road now for 10 days, ever since the fortified village I was staying in was overrun. Some idiot guard got blood plashed in his eyes or some small cut or something and didn't report his infection. Then he died in his sleep, got back up, killed everyone in his tent and the shit hit the fan from there. I was on scout duty at the time with 4 other people to look for a better more secure place in case something like this ever happened so we weren't caught in the shitstorm that hit the place.Ironic, isn't it? None the less, once we got back the whole place was already overrun. The 4 of us barely had any weapons to defend ourselves so how could we help them? I'm sure there were survivors hiding out in the makeshift buildings somewhere but trying to help them would have been suicide. In a community of 431 probably 420 of them were wandering the streets. And way too excited to see us. We were lucky to have even escaped without a bite. Well, most of us did, Aaron was bit when we climbed over the wall. We gave him some cigarettes and a gun with one bullet inside and left him near the outer walls. It's pretty much the kindest thing we could have done for him. So we got out of there as fast as possible. And now, 10 days later, here I am, by myself in this godforsaken hellhole. The story of how I got here is for another day but I'll say this. 2 of the people i was with died, one from a bite and another from a cold. We couldn't find antibiotics in time and eventually it developed into pneumonia or some sort of bad disease and he just dropped when we were walking one day. Another was separated from me when we were trying to help Brian cope with the sickness. I don't know if she's alive or dead right now, it's been 3 days. Gah, I'm feeling thirsty. Water's been scarce-well, at least clean water's been scarce. Infected water it way too common. Even the rainwater is infected. Only bottled water older than a year is safe for consumption. Alcohol is, too but getting drunk or high in this world isn't that safe. Back in the village drinking was ok, since we had guards on shifts so we were pretty safe. At least, we were safe until that coward had to fuck everything up. Out here, if you got drunk, and some zombie stumbles over your sleeping place...well, you know. And Romero was wrong. These guys are fast. Only the ones with useless legs are slow. And some with broken legs can still limp really fast. These bastards don't seem to feel any pain, just pure burning hunger. Some scientists and doctors identified the virus a few weeks before everything got really bad and the newspapers called it the Red Death. It incubates and breeds inside human blood and is transmitted through the salivary glands. The symptoms are as follows; first you start to have shortness of breath, you feel tired, your vision blurs and you start to suffer from hallucinations. Unprovoked aggression follows then, you go blind and your body shuts down. Then you wake up and start snacking on your friends and family. It's a shitty place, this new world, but i have a plan to get everything back to the way it was. I just need to find-wait, what was that? there's some banging noises going on somewhere in the building. I'll post this first and go check it out. Can't be too careful here.