June 14th 2017
It has been 17 days since I saw the last living human being; never have I felt so lonely, the icy grips of solitude reaching out and grasping my neck, choking the mechanisms which seem to keep me going in this hellish place.. The icy winds battering the sides of what was once someone's garden shed, I am unsure if the structure can survive another night of the weather which is currently in full force. I must find new shelter. I am lucky to have found this notepad, with the mass development of technology since the millennium, it has become much harder to get your hands on the simple tools, such as a pen and paper or at least something which isn't battery operated. I suppose it is just nice to have some medium of expressing myself other than explicit arguments with one's reflection in puddles.
I suppose I am also writing this so whoever manages to find and read this once I am gone can learn from my mistakes and maybe even learn something new along the way. I want people to read about my experience in this chaotic world, even if the majority of its inhabitants are the living dead; one can only dream.
For now I must rest, it is going to be a long day tomorrow; finding suitable shelter to make camp for the night, assuming I make it through the night.
June 15th 2017
It would seem I have unfortunately made it through another day, brace yourself, most of my entries will probably start somewhat like that; but then again who would be having fun in a world like this? Maybe there is an infection free zone, with ice creams, materialistic fantasies and brightly painted lampposts. One cannot simply express the excitement of the mind thinking of such things, but it is futile, if there is a infection free environment it certainly isn't near here, there seems to be more infected than usual; I hope I am not attracting too much attention to myself. Whilst moving I had to leave some of my gear behind, good job I stole spares, I wouldn't be eating now if I didn't consider stealing things. Smart move me, here; have a gold star. Well done me.
Moving swiftly on, I have managed to find a tree house of all things to make camp in, I'll certainly rest well tonight safe in the knowledge that the infected can't climb trees and luckily this tree house didn't have any fixed access, unless they grow wings; well that wouldn't be fun. I mustn't think these thoughts the situation is already completely fucked.
Granted, the infected can't climb, but there was certainly a lot of them interested in the house which the tree seems to belong to, maybe there are some survivors holding up inside or just some corpses, I'm not going to take any chances, I'll keep a close eye on the property but under no circumstances will I make any attempt to access the building, at least not until I know the house is completely empty and has a way to enter it without attracting the attention of the dead.
I experienced people being lured in by other people only to find themselves striped of all their belongings or even worse murdered. The infection has certainly brought out the true light in people, I suppose it is a survival instinct to some who have a 'Kill or be killed' attitude to the situation; I dear reader am not one of those people, I like to stick to the shadows, I try to avoid confrontation at any cost, in this world it just isn't worth the risk.
On that note though I think I shall tell you about myself.
I grew up in the small village of Mansfield Woodhouse, humble little place; can't really say it has got that much worse with the spread of the infection. I am 24 years young, I didn't really have much luck with anything before the outbreak; mass of debt and homeless, so really this has been a lucky escape for me I suppose; although I moved around enough to make sure the bailiff never found me to strip me of my clothes. I never really had much family, they have all either moved away or have passed away. I have always been quite a anti social person, the thought of a busy city scares me; the huge towering buildings, the mad rushes of people fueling their materialistic ways and just the general bombardment on how everyone should live their lives and how everyone needs to change the colour of their t-shirt because one multimillionaire says that it is now 'In' whatever that might mean, I have never really understood fashion or its decrepit counterparts.