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 be [...]

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 any because [...]

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 truck [...]

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 I [...]