Zombie: Outbreak
by W. G. Sweet
I am here in this farm house that Lana and I found a few weeks back. By myself. Lana is gone. I sat down here to write this story out before I am gone too. Maybe that sounds melodramatic, but it isn't. I know exactly what my situation is.
We have been to Manhattan, outside of it, you can't go in any longer, and we came from Los Angeles, so we know: It's all gone, destroyed, there's nothing left...