Break
Life is like a box of explosives; you never know how it will go off. Could be that the dynamite got too hot and exploded. Maybe the C4 decided that this would be a great day to explode. Maybe the grenade's pin came out. You just never know.
This is my journal; my journal tells all. If you're reading my journal, then know that I'm probably dead for I would never let anyone else read my journal. Mostly because the others… oh yes, the others, they lie. Oh, you could imagine all the lies they told. From his freaking own mouth, "Don't be afraid. Everything will be alright." What kind of bullshit is that? He might as well have said, 'They don't eat people.' And that little girl was so cute. She would have been delicious if he would have let us eat her. She was just a burden. And now the Walkers have her.
This story will explain what happened to the group of survivors. Anyone who is uncomfortable with people getting eaten should turn away now. You have been warned.