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Do you want to know what it’s like knowing that you’re going to die?
Knowing that you have just a few more short hours left before you cease to exist is not something that can be explained in words. They fall kind of short. I suppose that everyone experiences death differently. Some spend their final hours reflecting on everything they’ve done in their life, others focus on their regrets and some focus on things that they wished they had more time to do.
When my final time came the only thing that I could focus on was what would happen to me once I died. Would I feel the next process or would I be long gone by then? I hoped it was the former; I didn’t fancy becoming a zombie.
Zombie, I know right. That word is so ludicrous and fictitious. It’s associated with horror stories and gory films, not with real life. There’s no point dwelling on the disbelief of it all though; that’s in the past. It’s happened and it’s here so you just got to deal with it. Deal with it better than I did, you may last longer.
Don’t try and be a hero. You’ll just get yourself killed quicker. If you know someone who has been bitten you either tie them to a tree and drive far, far away or you kill them. Don’t do what I did and lock them in a room in the dumb hope that they’d be okay. They won’t be. Sorry to tell you but as soon as you’re bitten you’re beyond saving. It spreads quicker than you’d believe.
Isolating yourself from others may work for a short time but let me tell you: humans are naturally sociable creatures. There’s only so much seclusion someone can take before they go totally insane. At the same time, be careful of who you trust. Not all the survivors are good. You’ll find that because society has basically collapsed on itself and there are no governments or authority to uphold the rules, the bad guys come out to play. Even if they weren’t bad before this apocalypse, it’s enough to turn them slightly deranged. People become desperate when they want to live.
Stock up well. Buy things that will last a long time: canned goods, bottled water, those sorts of things. Eat carbohydrates, but don’t overdo it. You don’t want to feel sluggish, especially if you need to make a quick escape. Try and avoid sugar overdoses; you remember how a sugar crash feels? Yeah picture that when you’re surrounded by dozens of zombies. It’s not going to end too well, is it?
Know your destination. There’s nothing worse than driving about aimlessly in a car, using up precious fuel, with no place to go. It’ll give your life more purpose, more determination to survive and it may seem unlikely but it’ll probably save your life. Be careful though, please.
My last secret is probably the lowest of them all and the darkest. I always did this though, and I still have it with me. I might use it after I’ve written this for you. (I wish I could have been more informative but there’s only so much you can know, most of it is down to instincts and sheer, dumb luck). Always carry one bullet with you at all times, as a means of…escape. If you find your situation completely and utterly hopeless, if you’re definitely going to die and there’s no way out, I’m just saying that it may hurt a lot less to kill yourself than to be torn apart by zombies. At least a bullet is quick and painless. Can you imagine what it’s like to have the flesh torn from you? It’s giving me the shivers just thinking about it. I’ve seen it happen first hand and it’s pretty fucking gruesome.
I don’t really have a whole lot of time left; I can feel it beginning to take effect. I haven’t decided whether I’m going to use the bullet or just let nature take its course. Call me stupid but I still have some sort of faith left within me and I don’t really want to…muck anything up if I killed myself. Do you catch my drift? I believe in an afterlife and I just don’t want to take chances. At the same time, I don’t want to be a fucking zombie either. I can’t imagine anyone who’d want to be one.
Anyway, I’m going to finish this off. If you’re reading this, that means you are still alive, but I’m not. I hope that you are okay and that you carry on surviving this. Be strong. You can do it. Show those zombies. Please don’t fuck it up like I did.
Good luck and good bye.