Prologue

Prologue

I have no idea what day it is.

These past weeks, survival became more usual than checking dates on the calendar. Days became longer and exhaustive while waiting for salvation... or an end. But if you think about it, the end always come. Soon or later.

I don't think this story will be told again someday, as finding people has become a rare event. I guess no one will last long the way things are. And when I say people I mean the real kind, who breath and talk, not those damned cannibals lurking around every corner, every abandoned building, full of flies attracted by the stench that filled the air. Smell of death.

I wonder if someday everything will once again be as before. If cars will run again through the streets, polluting the atmosphere in cities inhabited by selfish and concerned only with their lives, while accumulating money and disappointments. If broadcasters will be back to report disasters. If ... I guess the world has not changed so much. The few survivors that remain are still selfish and only care about their own ass. They act like dumb animals, either the living or the "dead" walkers. By the way, I must stop writing 'cause there are three of them outside this freezer. Searchin' for food - in this case, me. I gotta get away quietly. If they find me, I'm screwed. And of course, I want to avoid that as much as I can. Basically, I believe my hope will never die.

Turning off the flashlight.