Day 200

Dear diary,

Day #200 of Zombie Apocalypse! This afternoon I was out on a stroll when out of the corner of my eye I saw this bloody man following me. So, I turned around and he told me that he was going to eat my brains. So I got out my pistol and pointed it to his head. Put my finger to the trigger, looked away and shot him. I started running back to the safe house. When I made it back, I was out of breath, everybody looked at me like I was going crazy. I don't know why I got the crazy looks; after all overnight one of the girls living in my squadron got killed. I have killed three zombies so far with my pistol, 22 rifle, and butcher's knife. Most of the time our supervisor will only let us go out in groups. But me, I'm a rebel and go out by myself. I get blamed for most of the things that happened around the safe house. I seriously don't care at all. I miss my parents and family if only I could see them just one more time. I have no friends so I just sit in the corner of the room day in and day out.