This is unfortunatly my final entry upon my journal. I wish I woulda wrote down what happened in the past. Yet, I lost my journal. Why? Because we were all working ourselves to death. Day and night, endless toiling with Planks and Iron. The sun, the sweat. All unbearable...Today, I finnaly collapsed from overworking for 5 days straight. But I wasn't the first to go. There was two others before me, they refused to work no more. Constantly lifting and carrying resources, day in and day out. The rest of the town got furious and frustrated with the two rebelling citizens. And what I saw shocked me.
The entire town was frenzyied! They tied up the two tired citizens and they hanged them upside down on a perch outside. And then they wrote "Free Food 4 Zombee's" on there clothes in blood. When nightfall approached. I couldn't help but watch what was going to happen to the poor fellows. The entire town watched too. Some were glad they were out there. Some others felt just like me. Scared, denile...suicidal. The zombies were in packs all around the town. And the very first thing they see was the bait, just hanging there helpless. They ripped, they tore apart, they chewed, they savored... I couldn't watch anymore. No more I said. I just wanted to die! The strees of it all. Yet, we survived another night. Luckily the former citizens lured just enough zombies so the wall wouldn't fall. When the packs dispersed back into the world beyond, and when the sun was slowly rising. We all looked at each other.
Who was going to be next? Huh? Who's going to be next tonight??? (sigh) What have we become... throwing innocent people out there to ward off a couple zombies. (SIGH) But to make a long story short, everyone in the town was silent. Nobody wanted to life even there little pinky finger to say anything, otherwise they rest of town would pounce um like a wounded animal and just toss them outside just like the other two. So the enitre day, all silence. Why I wasn't next on the list to be put on the perch you ask? Well, even though I may have broke down. Nobody even wanted to move. I mean I was the wounded animal here, but one by one, people also broke down as well. Some cried, some sat there, some even ate uncontrollably. I myself also had another Intestine Melon in my chest. Thank god too. I did't want to walk all the way to the bank so people could just eye me down, and THEN pounce me and hang me outside...
But now to get to the climax of my little journey here in the Cemtary of Corpses. Its getting close to midnight. And everybody is in a panic and hiding in town. 1500 zombies...1500 of those fuckers are approching as we speak from the vast darkness beyond. I wish I could say more. But alas, I cannot. I have yet 15 minutes left to reminesse about life as from what I could rerember. Its sad really, and I just rushed though this really. No time to edit corrections or even take the time to make every line fit. Its all going to fast ya know. For the future survivors that read this. READ IT SLOWLY. Ha. Thanks.
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I cannot stop crying now. All we worked for...ALL FOR NOTHING!!! IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!!! THERE IS NO SALVATION, THERE WAS NO SALVATION, THERE IS NOT GOING TO BE A SALVATION...EVER!!! Its all useless. It was all uselss. Even though we are going to "DIE2NITE". I ain't going down without a fight. I was able to gather a small group of freedom fighters that was "true" to the town, and all the good that comes with it.
Heheh. I honestly don't know what else to write down. I'm being rushed here. But... here's a little note.
"FOR ALL THE FUTURE SURVIORS THAT FINDS THIS JOURNAL,
MAKE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN WITH WHAT YOU HAVE,
AND PROSPER,
DON'T END UP LIKE WE DID,
WE WERE A LOST CAUSE,
AND, IF THE FATES GUIDE IT,
TAKE CARE OF US, ALL OF US"
Final Entry:
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