Day 162, It’s been almost half a year since the apocalypse scared. I still remember the chaos in day 1. The station was normal, sitting in the loft, then out of no where… it just hit. I still don’t know how I managed to be one of the lucky ones, escaping by a thread, but I’m surviving, so that’s all that matters. No sign of the others, but God, I hope Eddie’s okay.

Buck put the journal down. He sat in the empty train car on the outskirts of town, the undead didn’t seem to come here as often, most attracted to the nosies coming from the inside of town. He peaked outside of his shelter and noticed something- or someone. Buck grabbed his knife and went out to kill the undead beast. He slipped on his black converse and walked out, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Someone… or something was watching him from that bush over there. He looked over and saw a person standing there, bandana over their face, gun in hand. Buck quickly stabbed the undead man in the head, letting it fall to the ground before looking over at the man watching him from the greenery. They looked familiar- wait… That looked like Eddie!