One of the few things that you learn from being in this new world is that you can't trust anybody.
No matter who they are or how innocent and friendly they seem, it is within human nature to succumb to anything all in the name of surviving. Me I've seen this happen a handful of times never experiencing the absolute terror of being stabbed in the back by someone you undoubtedly trusted. Though I have watched it happen from afar.
My key to surviving, stay out of the spotlight and stay unnoticed by both the dead...and the living.
I'm used to being unnoticed as it was in my nature even when the world was simpler and you only had to worry about mediocre things, but most importantly the dead stayed dead. When everything when to ShitsVill and the dead reanimated and started taking a bite out of the living I was one of the few that didn't head the governments warnings and got the hell out of doge and split for the woods.
I hated society more than most only because it had a way of coming back and biting you int the ass and I was one its unwilling victims. My mom was M.I.A from like two days after I was born and my dad was devastated. At first thing were great my dad loved me and hid his grief well. That is until I was six. Now don't jump to conclusions that my dad beat me, he didn't I sear but at that age I was growing up to look more and more like my mom. Now my dad tried he honestly did, but as the years went on he pulled more and more away from me to hide away further within himself until he was a shadow of his former self. I was basically on my own.
The more that my dad retreated the more he drank it got to the point were he lost his job and moved us so far out of the publics eye that you couldn't really see us even if you squinted. We barely made enough for grocers so when I was old enough I got a job but most of my food came from scavenging and hunting. As I got older I learned more, and more about the different Flora and Fana of the forest by studying them in books, but most of it was trial and error.
So this and my vast knowledge of animal behavior led me to have good grades, good grades led to scholarships, which led to me becoming and environmental scientist with a degree in botany and biology with a minor in Social science. I studied different Native American tribes and their different customs.
I had no life so to make up for all that unused time I decided to take out all of my pent of aggression, social frustration,and down right loathing of the world into something productive. You name it i did it. From kick boxing to martial arts to weapons training like swords, bows, knives and more. Sometimes just flat out running would do the trick. I was always the active type apparently I got that from my mother.
So combining my knowledge, lack of social skills, and downright trust issues I find my self alone in a forest somewhere in Georgia I think sitting in my make shift shelter going over my thoughts on this screwed up world.
My name is Katie Strader, and I am surviving the Zombie Apocalypse.
This is my story.