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Lets see.....where shall I start.....Oh yes before I go any further meet my gun. A nice shiny .45. She has helped me thru some rough times but comes out still spitting in the end. This is my rifle this is my gun this is for fighting this is for fun. I recall that from some movie....I just can't place where. Movies. A movie. Radio. Songs. Father of mine tell me where have you been you know I just close my eyes, the whole world disappears....hahahaha.. That it did....maybe that was a sign of the times to come...

I am rambling on and on. I must start somewhere. First let me explain how I got this shiny piece of paper. I am stuck in the attic of my house in my once thriving neighborhood. Yes I said once. Now nothing.....except the walking dead. The walking dead....that's a hoot! Can you just imagine dead people getting up and walking around and once they find you, well...they eat you. Jesus, to think that's what is going on reminds me of that movie faces of death. I don't know why. If you have gotten this far I am amazed. I think I have lost my mind. Actually I know I have. I mean what do you expect? Some long drawn out story of what has happened? Please. If you find this then you probably know damn well what has happened. But I digress....what a crock of shit. How many writers say that and don't mean it. Ah yes...this piece of paper. Shiny is a good adjective although I don't know why I would use that word to describe a piece of paper. If you find this you will find its not shiny at all. Whoooooooooo areeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuu? Not talking specifically to the person reading this of course...that was a tidbit from alice in wonderland. Oh yes, here's the part where I tell you about all the disgusting things that have happened to my family even though you have probably went through the same, if not more. At least I had this attic to hide in....what did you have? What did you have to do to get here? Rambling on again hehe. I probably should explain what has happened to everyone I know if not for you to read, for my peace of mind....but I digress. I think I am going in circles....spin spin sugar.

This craziness all started about 1 month ago. I used to have..and I stress used...a wonderful husband. Well he might be a present term since I haven't heard from him. He was deployed...he's in the navy you see, right after this SHIT happened. What did they do for the families of the ones deployed? Well, if you know the government at all they promise a lot of things...such as taking care of your family while you are gone, but they don't follow thru.

I have a 16 month old daughter named Rachel whom, poor child is up here with me. I am losing my mind. I sometimes remind myself that I have to stay strong for her, but these images of heroes we see in the movies aren't for real. I mean, honestly after watching those type of movies we all think, if I were her/him I would do this or that. Realistically it's a lot differant. No troops showed up to save us. I didn't have many bullets to kill those things that were roaming around in my yard. If I had I wouldn't be here would I? I only have 3 bullets. I am lucky I have that many. With a child running around the house what do you expect? I wasn't about to go drag my daughter out in the mess. I decided to take our 2 months worth of cans and whatever else I could find up here to this hole....but hey...this hole is a hell of alot better than what's out there. At least in here the ladder is too high up for those things out there to reach up and grab us. Reminds me of a joke. The same person keeps...ahhhh n/m. This is useless.

I find myself daydreaming a lot. When I read over this I think to myself...what a wonderful world. I have no phone, no phone, no lights, no phone. I guess we will die up here. I am trying not to think this way but if you look outside what are the odds that a woman and her 30lb child will make it that far? If I even went out of this hole I would have to worry about what was rambling around in my house not to mention getting to my car, successfully putting my daughter in without getting a chunk of my hiney taken out and driving...but then comes the fact-where would I go? Where? Gas, if it isn't all used up... Well you get the picture. I keep hoping that my husband will return but the odds of that happening are slim to none. He probably thinks we are just as dead as we think he is.

Sorry for the pause there...Rachel just awoke. Wait a minute...haha....you didn't know that. Come to think of it...what are the odds that anyone would end up in here reading this letter? Please. We ran out of diapers. I know this is none of your concern but I am racking my brain trying to figure out how to improvise. it's funny....you spend your whole life gathering things. Take this attic for instance. Up here we have a large amount of ...JUNK. That sums it up quite nicely. A non working phone, a broken shower head, the extra table that was our first kitchen table. Ahhhh....photographs...mean nothing if you don't know the person in the picture. So what is the use of having these anyhow?

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