Dear diary. That's how these things are supposed to start right? That's the rules. But I guess there are no rules anymore, they went out the window when the dead starting feasting on the flesh of the living. Been meaning to start one of these for a while now, but with constantly being on the road, tired from all those sleepless nights hiding up trees waiting for the zoms to lose interest, you get a little distracted and forget things. I guess that's the main reason for me writing this, I wanna keep a record of my life and all the things I do because you never know when you might die, and these days there is no shortage of death. So if I die (sorry when I die) at least there will be a record of my life, and when someone removes my head from my shuffling corpse, they can learn a little about me before I turned grey. I'll try and write here everyday, but I'm making no promises. Some days nothing much will happen, I'll just be laying traps to get some food, or to fortify my current position. Some days I'll be too busy, whether that's because I've found some other survivors to spend some time with, or maybe being chased by zoms, or even being chased by other humans. And one day I'll have stopped posting simply because my luck has changed and I'm dead. It happens. I've seen it happen to people I hate, people I love, and people I've barely even met. On that cheery note, goodbye for today