Entry 1 - Getting to know me.
So, my name's Elliott. I'm eighteen and if you haven't already guessed it, I'm a guy, with a hell of a lot of problems.
This new world is no different from the last, because to be honest I was avoiding the human race like they were cannibalistic undead creatures before they actually became zombies, being pathologically afraid of any human contact and having no idea how to act in social situations. The only light in my world now is my sister, and despite being paranoid and whatnot, I'd do anything to keep her safe.
It's funny actually... I remember getting pissed at my parents as I demanded freedom from them, and now that I have this 'freedom', I don't want it. I also remember the gut-turning fear I felt when I found out about the virus. I'd walked downstairs in the middle of the night to get a snack, and there my mom was on the kitchen floor, my dad lay beneath her, torn to shreds. My mother looked up at me with eyes that could've frozen me to the core, flesh dripping from between her teeth. In a matter of seconds she lunged for me and out of pure panic, I locked myself in my sister's room, where I boarded up the door and held her for the rest of the night.
That night was easily the scariest of my life but I kept a brave face and we made our way out of her bedroom window. From then on we've been living... surviving. It's been tough but somewhat manageable.
God knows how, but I managed to catch wind of a thing called a 'Colony', where there's supposed to be survivors and things. I'm a bit sceptical myself and the last thing I want to do is fill my sister's head with false hope but to be honest, I'm running out of options. Food is scarce, I'm scared that I could lose her any time and it might sound odd due to my fear of other people, but I kind of miss having other people to talk to. And I'm dying for some meat... I can't even explain how many times I've been caught dreaming about mom's Sunday Roast... with chicken and gravy and... roast potatoes...
I hope to God they have Sunday Roasts there. If not, you can bet your ass I'mma shoot somebody.