Blood,gore,bodies with no pulse that walk. What has become of this peaceful land i use to thrive on.

I am Mary Kay Taylor, a survivor of this horrible disaster. Well, not even technically a survivor. As long as these beings still walk the world, i will never be called a survivor. I know that things will never go back the way they were, back when it was just me,my mom, and my brother. I have no clue where either of them are, i have been honest with my self though. I know they are dead.

Around the time this whole thing started my mom, Haley Taylor, went out to go shopping with my brother,Micheal Taylor. They never came back. I stayed at our home for one whole month and still, no return. After the month i decided that i must leave. i was closer everyday i stayed in that house to running out of food. on the day i left all i had was a couple spoiled fruits.

Okay so, obviously ,as you can tell, i have barley started this. I am sorry that i only have 2 and a half paragraphs done, but i plan to write a lot more. I can be a slow writer at moments, so this could take a while. If you have any ideas for an event to happen of something i would love to hear it. I will take all the inspiration i can get. So thanks for reading the small amount i have so far, and bye!