Hello, hello, whazz hangin'?
Back again, yes. With new material, and hopefully another fun series to write. I got some great ideas and some more craziness, which I hope you'll like. For as far as uploads go; I try to keep it weekly, but I can't make any promises or foretell my future writer's blocks.
Enjoy this small prologue for now! ;)
(Disclaimer; not my stuff)
Allo, allo, allo.
Well, well, well. Look what I found here. Well, of course you can't see it, because you have eyes. And even if you did, you would have to look into a mirror to see it, because it's you.
A NOTEBOOK.
Still intact and pretty cute, if you ask me. Pink, with some cute flowers(I already wrote 'cute', didn't I? Oh well, no one's gonna judge my writing skills anyway. Dary-doo ain't here to judge me either. Now I wrote 'judge' twice. Great. I'm doing great.)
It does not have a lock on it, tough. Or should I say 'You don't have a lock on you'?
Point is; I might have to watch it/you, because of all the people around me. I was pretty sure they were walkers when I first noticed them, but they're people. They're pretty nice to talk to. And I sometimes get the feeling that they're trying to protect me somehow.
Like when there's other people nearby, they warn me that it could be dangerous. We've lost some of our group members due to some of these dangerous people.
Oh, fun fact; Freddie, my bro, is here too. I was pretty sure he I saw him dying before my eyes, but he's here, alive and well. He changed a lot, though. He's gotten skinnier, and he chooses walking over driving, which I'm okay with. I don't have the most pleasant memories of his driving skills.
Since I'm new in the gang, I try to stay close to Fredster, but I think I'm blending in very well. There's this girl called Alicia, which I really like. She can run really fast. And there's Pedro, who's an excellent sneaker. He's caught some bad people of guard and saved our asses multiple times.
The funny thing is; there isn't really a leader in this group of people. Everyone just goes along with the flow. Sometimes Jessica says where we need to go, and there's no arguing, we just follow. Other times its Freddie, or Logan.
Sometimes, people wander off and we lose them as we continue, but we never go looking for them. If they lose the flow, they're doomed. I like that ideology. You're in charge of your own life, you're not responsible for others, neither are others for you. It's fucking amazing.
The only thing that bothers me a little about this group, is that they eat other people. And when they do, they do it violently. It's awesome to watch, them jumping over one person and just clenching their teeth in the flesh and the screams and the blood and the gunshots….but I don't want to tag along. I tried, once, but it didn't taste very nice. I'd prefer a muffin. Muffins above all.
I love this new gang. Fuck those prison people. This is my new home.