Intro Hell, it's been a tough journey. Surviving in this post-apocalyptic world ain't for the faint-hearted. But here I am, still standing tall amidst all the chaos and despair. Ain't no fancy words or flowery language gonna sugarcoat what we've been through. This journal entry is about survival - pure and simple.
Struggles of a Broken World
I wake up each morning with one goal: to make it through another day in this desolate wasteland that used to be our home. The infected roam these streets like rabid dogs, ready to tear you apart at any given moment. It's kill or be killed out here; there's no room for weakness.
A Life Filled With Loss
It feels like a lifetime ago since Sarah was taken from me on that fateful day when everything went to hell. She was my reason for living, my light in the darkness of this godforsaken world. Her absence haunts me every single day, reminding me of what could have been.
But dwelling on loss won’t do anyone any good now – not when survival is at stake.
Trust No One but Yourself
In times like these, trust is a luxury we can ill afford. People will screw you over without batting an eye if they think it'll save their own skin. That’s why I keep my guard up and rely solely on myself – trusting others only leads to heartbreak and disappointment.
Sure as hell don’t need more pain in my life after losing Sarah…
Survival Tactics: Adapt or Die
When faced with constant danger lurking around every corner, you either adapt your way of thinking or become just another meal for those freakish creatures roaming outside.
Scavenging Supplies
Food? Water? Ammo? You gotta scrounge whatever you can find; every scrap counts when resources are scarce. Abandoned buildings hold untapped potential, but each step I take in these crumbling ruins could be my last.
Stealth and Silence
Staying hidden is key to staying alive. The infected react to sound like sharks smelling blood in the water. Noisy footsteps or a careless cough can draw them straight to your location, and once they've got you cornered, there's no escape.
Silence becomes your closest ally – every movement calculated and deliberate.
The Art of Killing
When it comes down to it, killing is an art form out here. You gotta strike fast and strike hard, making every bullet count - saving 'em for when you really need 'em. Melee weapons ain't fancy but they get the job done quietly; a swift blade through the skull or a well-placed shiv does wonders.
But remember: taking another life changes you; it chips away at whatever humanity remains within.
Hope Amidst Chaos?
Hope... It's what keeps us going even when everything seems lost. But hope can also be deceiving – leading us astray from harsh realities we face daily.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering if there’s anything left worth fighting for - if rebuilding this shattered world is even possible anymore...
Then I think about Ellie – that firecracker of a girl who reminds me so much of Sarah. She holds onto her innocence with such tenacity amidst all this darkness. Maybe she’s our shot at redemption after all...
Conclusion
Survival isn’t pretty; it's gritty, unforgiving, and downright brutal. Every day brings new challenges that push us further into despair. But as long as we keep finding reasons to fight on - whether it's protecting someone we care for or simply not letting those bastards win - then maybe there’s still hope left in this godforsaken world.
Till next time,
Joel