(Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally it was a post of news and tips to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now it has became a story of my fight to survive and to keep on living in this zombie world.)
Year 6. Week 14.
Zombies just do not fracking give up. We've been hounded the past five days by a group of zombies that continue to stay on our tail. No matter what we do, somehow when we take a break zombies appear on the horizon every time. With the amount of ammo and general state we're in there's no way we can wait to surprise and fight them all.
After our crash landing we’ve been making good time, heading back to Kansas City. We were resting up in this one small motel on the side of the road when we started to hear noises. We packed up our gear when we saw a group of zombies heading our way and made our way slowly to the back of the room to sneak out the window. Zekk went out the window first and as soon as he set his feet on the ground he was set upon by another pack of zombies we didn’t even see. All we heard were his screams and the sound of ripping meat as we stood there in horror, frozen at the sheer destructive power going on out there.