[center][b]Ryan Monroe Journal Entry[/b][/center] [I]Right, here we go. When I was out there in that wasteland once called Paradise Falls with no-where to go, I promised myself that I'd write down what happened to me, to tell my story I guess when I was somewhere safe and I guess where I am now is as good as it gets, right? If you're reading this, then you're holding my journal, written six months, I think after the start of the apocalypse, this journal contains the story of my life during the apocalypse. If you're holding this, then I guess i'm either dead, or I've left it somewhere, both seem to have an equal chance of happening right now... Anyway, like any good story, like those from before. I'll start from the beginning, the day it began, September 3rd, 2015.[/I] [I][b]September 3rd, 2015[/b] September 3rd. The day it started. The day everything changed. The day everyone changed. The day, life as we knew it changed... When it began, I was in the heart of the county on holiday, Paradise Falls. The city full of life and joy and the perfect feasting ground for zombies, of which it became during the first few days or weeks of the apocalypse. At first, I'll admit, I didn't believe the broadcasts on the news, instead believing this was just some horror party gone overboard or some sick, twisted lie made by the news reporters, oh how wrong I was. So for the first few hours of that day, I went around town like normal, enjoying myself, enjoying life. And then I heard a scream, a scream of pain and terror. I remember rushing towards a corner and looking down a side alley. What I saw, shattered my reality, the apocalypse had begun. I saw past the ideas in my head I had made to make sense of it all. I...I saw people, a group of them, there skin was a sickly pale and they clawed at this women, dragging her to the ground and then the first spurt of blood flew up into the air. They where biting her, pulling chunks of fleshy meat from her body, the women's body fell still. I-I was a coward, and ran. To be finished. WIP [/I]