Dear Diary,

The United states almost looks like a dessert. There are still some food and water left we can survive from. The zombies laying on the floors that I walk from are dead. They no longer are living as dead bodies. Half of my families and friends are still alive. My name is Brown Clarke, and am one of the some living people in this population. I could see the White House from here, but it is almost in shambles. Once I walk through the dead bodies in the floor I see some people trying to pick up their lives. The people and me people have had a talk about how we are going to cope from this Post-Zombie War. The President and Vice-President of the U.S. are no longer living. They have been killed by zombies. Everything is so out of control now. I try to stay away from the chaos. People fight against each other, and most of the population here think they could do whatever they want, because rules no longer apply (that’s what they think). Some evil people have killed innocent people before, and they might even come for me. It’s only a matter of when. The only thing of why I am still alive is because I’m real sneaky. I hide in places where most of them don’t care to look. This country is now a waste dump. Violence and crime is now an all-time high. The robbers get all they can get out of any stores and restaurants of needing stuff. However, I will no longer live. I am the next that will be hunted from these crazies. The smart thing is that I stay happy no matter what situation I am in. I struggle to survive whenever I can.