1 Prologue and CHAPTER 1-The Beginning
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PROLOGUE
Late at night, a shadow came running through the dark streets.
So dark that you can barely see anything visible in front and you're running through it blindly.
But the running shadowy being didn't stop, even in the very dark as it kept on going until it found a safe place and a quiet spot to hide in from whatever is chasing after the shadow.
It finally found a place somewhere and hurriedly hid in the corner where the darkness completely overwhelms it and you can't even see or find it, that even a blind person couldn't as well.
Then the one that is hiding in the shadows held its breath to stay quiet and listen attentively to its pursuers.
The pursuers that were after the runner came not too long behind and in the shadows, the hidden figure froze still like a stone statue when soft shuffles and hungry moaning sounds came closer to the hiding place.
The group of pursuers was chasing after the shadow which is a human person.
It is a group of zombies.
Zombies are undead beings and creatures that rose from human corpses, caused by a worldwide plague that ravaged the whole planet years before and devastated the world into a horrific vast apocalypse.
This unknown living human kept on being quiet and held on its breath to stay silent like the wind and air itself, listening with sharp hearing and hiding deeper into the shadows, while the zombie group passed by the place where the person is hiding in.
It felt like hours to wait fearfully and tense for the zombies to all pass by but in reality, it took only minutes.
Once the zombies were all gone and are finally out of sight, the human hiding itself in the shadows, slowly came out and peeked to look and make sure that they've gone and all of them are.
It sighed with relief, still staying in that dark corner, and sat down on the ground, ignoring and not minding the dirt and mess that is sitting.
The person reached behind to take off their backpack and took out a big book-like journal from inside and opened it where the pen is inside, marking its place, and started writing.
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JOURNAL ENTRY: DAY UNKNOWN, 8TH MONTH AUGUST, YEAR 2XXX
Hey again, It's me.
I just managed to escape another day from being eaten by zombies and live for another one.
As usual.
I haven't found any more food or supplies or weapons yet.
I'll try looking and searching for more in another 3 days when I get back to my 'Safe Haven'.
I can't tell whether my luck might get good or bad again, but I guess I should be glad that today is one of those good-luck days.
Anyway, I should get going and get back. There's no telling that more zombies might come out and I'm going to almost bump into them again.
I should write down another new rule for that here in my journal.
RULE #58: Always double-check your surroundings again.
Right, I'll write that rule on my survival rule list once I returned safely back and ALIVE too.
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This seemingly 'survivor' stopped and finished writing and put the things back again in the backpack and readied itself to go back to wherever the safe place it's been living inside the apocalyptic city this one is in.
The survivor looked around again to check if more zombies are coming out but it saw nothing and ran again in another direction like hellhounds were after the person again.
It seemed like the lone survivor looked to be used to the dark of nights as it kept on running to wherever it is going.
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CHAPTER 1
The person that is now living in an apocalypse is staying in an empty broken metropolitan city of a long-fallen country.
A very living human is running through another empty street at a dark time of night, going straight in a direction towards a medium high-rise building that looked to be an abandoned ongoing-construction building.
From its empty appearance, it looked to be that it was supposed to be built as another apartment building but it has long been abandoned since the start of the apocalypse and the rise of the zombies.
This lone survivor had long chosen this place from the first days of the zombie apocalypse as its Safe Haven' and the place has worked so far to keep its sole residents safe away from the dangers that are still in the city.
The only way in and out of that place is just the emergency fire-escape ladders that it's built on the side of the abandoned building.
It looked to be very dangerous and hazardous to climb even though it looks newly built but the surviving being was brave enough to use it as it climbs up the ladder carefully and quietly until it reached the very bare rooftop of the building.
The Safe Haven that the human survivor is living on and surviving through the zombie apocalypse is there on that rooftop of the abandoned building.
There are four standing poles with wire threads tied around them all around the corners of the rooftop with completely black blanket covers hanging from the top and taped on the bottom to provide cover for the resident on the rooftop, to hide safely from sight during the night.
Inside that rooftop cover-up, through the open gap the survivor goes through, there is a makeshift campsite and shelter for the owner and it has been useful for so long with good content and satisfaction.
A simple large camping tent with a sleeping bag and personal stuff inside. Beside the tent, there are water-proof storage boxes and packages with supplies, necessities, and weapons inside and they are all within reach for the owner to get to whenever needed.
On the other side of the tent, there is one simple wooden table for the survivor to eat his meals on with a small cooking stove beside it, and the cooking supplies on a box underneath the table.
On another corner almost far from the tent and near one of the rooftop corners, there is what looked to be a relaxation place or watch-out place with a medium-high metal chair and a small rusty steel table with prepared binoculars and sniper rifle on it.
This living survivor who came back and returned to its Safe Haven sighed tiredly as it put down its backpack and threw it inside the tent.
Then it stretched its arms up high before taking down its hood over its head and cloth covering the bottom half of its face.
This living human being and the lone survivor of the apocalypse is a woman.
A young woman that looked to be in her early thirties.
She removed the hairband that tied up her long hair in a low ponytail and sighed again.
She took a deep breath in the misty night air and looked up at the empty ceiling off the roof, staring quietly at the night starry skies.
Then the survivor girl seemed to have remembered something suddenly and went to her tent to grab something from her backpack.
She took out the big book journal from before, opened it, and went on writing again.
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JOURNAL ENTRY: DAY UNKNOWN, 8TH MONTH AUGUST, YEAR 2XXX
Hey again. It's me.
I'm back at the Safe Haven, alive and safe and sound.
So to speak and 'write' of course.
Right now, I'm just sitting outside near my tent and writing this down to pass the time and take my mind off what had happened today before, at my near close-call with that group of zombies I suddenly bumped into.
While I look up at the beautiful starry night sky, I write here that I managed to escape alive again for another day.
Even though I still got some stock of supplies and food left for me to survive another week.
I'm planning to search and get more somewhere out there in the city, just in case it's needed for me to live and survive through about another month.
I'm still not planning to get out and leave the city yet again. But my mind has been running wild inside me to think about it.
Anyway, I'm not leaving the Safe Haven yet for another three days, which is one of those rules for me to survive here.
I'm going to write down my new survival rule in my survival rule list that is here in this journal.
And after I do that, I think I won't have dinner for tonight and just reminisce and read back my older entries when this had just started being written by me and remember about the first days and start of the apocalypse.
I won't be writing much, as usual, trying to make it short and simple to the point on what I've been doing through everything, living and surviving.
This journal here is my savior and helper through these worst times, and I hope that I'll keep on surviving and living alive to write down everything that I went through and hope that one day before this book runs out of pages, everything here, including the zombie apocalypse itself will all end with me still being alive.
This ends another entry written by me, the lone survivor of this long-fallen city.
To write it here and as a reminder itself, the writer of this journal is named EDEN.
Just EDEN.
If ever there is a chance that I didn't make it out of this apocalypse alive.
Then I hope whoever found and read my journal will find this useful to live through it.
Anyway, I'm going to read my first journal entries to pass the time before I become completely exhausted and go to sleep.
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The survivor-woman named Eden stopped writing and turned the pages to the first ones of her journal and started reading through them again, to pass the time that late night in her safe makeshift home.
Time passed as Eden was inside her tent and lay down on top of her sleeping bag as she read with a lighted candle that was beside her.
As Eden read through the first entries of her survivor's journal.
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(Author's Notes: This story is completely fictional. It is not based in real life at all.)
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