it's dark. there is no one left, only I surivived. at first I was terrified, scared shitless you could say. my family, my friends, gone. nothing left. thinking back, I could have done so many things different...what was her name? the one that I left to die with the broken leg? tears stream down my dirt streaked face as I realize that no matter how hard we try, we are animals in the end. we scream when we are born, we scream when we die. so tired...but I can't sleep lest they come. am I destined to die alone clutching my gun like an only friend? what have I done to deserve this? why me? I scream to the silent star filled sky. inside holds no more promise than outside. more depressing really. broken family photos, toys strewn about, and blood soaking into the carpet. how long did they last? I wonder. how long before the zeds took them? those poor children...death shows no compassion. this is the last word and testament of john leats. if you find this I am part of the horde that is wandering the wasteland looking for fresh meat. I am no more. my battle has been lost. the tears I shed for so many people...none for me, none for me. I have done regretable things in my quest to surivive. things that would have never crossed my mind before this all happened. I see the sun rising this is it I guess my last dawn.