No. 20 – Ben

I drink too much. The local cops didn’t like it back in the day before the world died. I drank because I was bored. I drank because I failed not only as a man but also as a person. I wanted to be so much more than what I ended up being. I wanted to [...]

No. 19 – Ben

Reading her diary is weird. I guess because so many people read her for so long that now I’m her audience now. Her ego is odd and real yet she is really insecure. I don’t write like her, I just put down here what I’m feeling. She needs her special pen and she told me [...]

No. 18 – Ben

I found her diary again. More happened but I think I need to stick this in here. We got to the house. No “walkers” or “deadies” were there so we moved the coolers in the house. Her uncle had some clothes for me to live through this dismal piece of shit but Lucy didn’t have [...]

No. 17

What was usually a 20-minute drive to my aunt’s farm deep in the country took Ben and I more than two hours. Cars clogged the four-lane to the road that would take us to the isolated piece of heaven that was my place to go when life started to get me down. A county maintenance [...]

No. 16

The streets were full of wrecked cars. I didn’t expect that but Ben didn’t seem to be too surprised by it all. There were a few of the “deadies” as he calls them rambling around as we ran from the church and some of them pursued us. Then they would stop. I was so scared [...]

No. 15 – Ben

My name is Ben Taylor. I’m 31 years old. I’ve been to jail a bunch of times, usually because I was drunk. I don’t think I’m a bad guy. Luce says I just have moments of bad. I say so does she. She don’t argue ‘bout that. Luce won’t write right now. She says she [...]

No. 14 – Ben

This is Ben. Hey. How’s it going? Luce is asleep right now and it will probably make her mad that I stole her green pen. She isn’t telling the whole thing the way I want her to but she’s trying to be all strong and shit. She’s strong but she feels things so deep she [...]

No. 13

Grayson walked back into the main chapel with a large cooler. He pulled a six-pack out of Coors Light, which I despise, but I took one anyway. Ben took his and stared at me. I don’t know why, but he did. I still hadn’t made the fact that there was six degrees of separation between [...]

No. 12

“Dammit, Luce,” Ben said looking through the hand written pages I just wrote in a composition notebook. “Get to the other stuff.” “What do you mean,” I exploded. “We are living in a world where we are always waiting on what the hell is going to happen next. I’m trying. For Christ sakes, give me [...]

No. 11

Ben grabbed the water greedily, and I tried not to look so anxious but I wanted to grab it eagerly as well. I’ve learned through my years to not appear too eager. It only creates mistakes and I was starting to realize that all of this was real. I was reminded of Mia Farrow in [...]