Mum and dad are dead. whats left for me? Well, I could go to Cananda and help fight them?
But, really, would they take in a 12 year old girl with her dads penknife and her mothers largest kitchen knife? No. they'd be all;
"Ohhh, it's so dangoures!"
Never mind. I've killed at least 10 zombies already!
I wonder if they'd actually let me fight? Nevermind. Maybe I'll just kill myself so I don't have to be scared anymore.....
FIVE HOURS LATER:
I hopped onto the milatary plane with the man inside. He agreed to take me to Canada and help me fight off the living dead.
I hope I can. All I'm doing is surviving.