CHAPTER 2

a/n: Disclaimer! All characters belong to DC Comics. The idea for the team going through a zombie apocalypse belongs to FrankandJoe3.

We lost one of the good assets of our team yesterday. His name was Conner Kent and he died while trying to save his girlfriend Meghan Morcs. Meghan wasn't anything special, except she was really good at reading peoples thoughts, not really useful to us since the zombies don't really have thoughts to read. She was very annoying, so no one really misses her all that much, but we did have to leave both their bodies since we were trying to get away from the zombie s that had killed the both of them.

Luckily neither of them had been previously bitten by a zombie, because if they had been bitten they would have been turned into a zombie. The disease works in a weird way since you can only be turned if you were previously bitten, so most of us would get turned.

Have I ever mention how much I fucking hate these goddamned zombies? No? Well let me tell you then. I FUCKING HATE THESE MOTHERFUCKIMG ZOMBIES!

They ruined my already Fucked up life to be an even more fucked up life. At least I don't have to live with my parents anymore. They used to be the fucking bane of my existence, now I have no idea where they are now, maybe they're zombies. Maybe they're just dead.

Hell, they might actually still be alive.

The point of this is really isn't to just bitch about my life. Yet that is exactly what I'm doing. The real reason I'm writing in this journal is in case the epidemic ever gets cured. People may want to know how life was like, or how people lived in hell. Because that's what this is. Hell. The one word in the American dictionary that can explain what this is.

We've been traveling for about a month now. Of course all our traveling consists of walking since all power has gone out and we couldn't find a working car, or any gasoline for that matter. All the bikes we started out having are now broken down from over-use.

Jason decided to carry me for about 2 hours a day, while I walked the rest, we could only walk for about six hours a day because we are running out of resources. Mainly food and water, but we are also running out of weapons.

Most of us use whatever weapons we can find, like old pipes and guns we are able to find around old, abandoned houses that people left behind when the cities were evacuated.

We have no idea what state the rest of the world is in, but the last we heard was from about three years ago saying that all of Asia was taken over by the zombies. Now all we can do now is hope there are other survivors out there.

All the survivors we've met so far joined us. Like Zatanna and her father. Zatanna's father, Giovanni Zatara, was sort of like a healer, too bad he died a year ago. While Zatanna was heartbroken over his death, the rest of us were secretly glad for the extra food we got after he passed.

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It's been three months since I last wrote in this journal, not much has happened except the fact that we met up with Jason's older brother, Dick, and his boyfriend Wally. Wally is the last scientists nephew and has been staing with him since the outbreak of the disease. They are leading us to his lab in what used to be Central City, Missouri.

Wally and I dated five years ago when we were in high school, too bad he turned out to be gay not that I have anything against gays, as I previously stated.

This is the end for this entry I guess, talk to you later, journal.