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Me and my eleven friends and our one child are still alive, we aren't infected by the walkers, we still act...human. The water does not run anymore. There is little food, little clothes, no contact. Nothing. People just started dying about a year or so, in 1832 almost everyone had the disease, now it seems everything you see has it. People and animals are vicious they bite you, and try to eat and kill you. They are abnormal, and something is wrong with their nervous system. We are living in a small two bedroom basement sweet we've boarded up the upstairs doors and windows. Downstairs we have 5 locks on the door, and keep a heavy couch in front. We must do this to keep the walkers out, we have also closed up all the windows, we live in darkness using candles flashlights and any other sort of light we can find. We are stocking up on food, and supplies. We plan on getting some cars and making our way to the ocean, they can't get us out there. I worry for everyone I am with, we are trained in the force, we all worked for the army. We came home to this, to nothing. We are the only ones that I know of from our force to have lived. I worry mainly for my sister, niece and boyfriend. Melissa and Shelby are my two best friends, I worry about them non-stop. I know everyone here, I worry about us all. We are a whisper in the world, and we can't be heard. ~Brea
Whisper
