[i] It's been two weeks since the outbreak. My sister, Laney and I were having our annual road trip and decided to go to Los Angeles this year. I can't find her. I lost her somewhere in the city. When all hell broke loose. We were walking... someone got bitten... Chaos began and we got seperated. I hope to God that she is alive and out looking for me because that is what i am doing. I managed to get out of the city but i have no idea where i am. I heard that Camp Pendelton is full of survivors but i don't know where that is or if i am even close to it. I am praying someone finds me before they do. I don't even know what to call them. Rotters? I've never seen anything like it before, i mean i've seen my share of zombie movies but i never thought that it would become real life. I don't want to call them zombies because i don't want to believe it. They don't run, thank God. Walkers? Either, or they are still dead and eating people. I only have one weapon thanks to my dad. He gave me his M1911 pistol before i moved to Baton Rouge and i just so happened to bring it on the road trip...[/i]

Lexie's head perked up, listening to the sounds of the forest around her. She closed her black notebook and tucked it back into her bookbag. Standing to her feet, she reached for her pistol. The leaves rustled a few feet ahead of her and she pointed her gun towards the noise. She wanted to call out but decided against it in case it was a Rotter. And it was. The male stumbled towards her from behind a set of trees, groaning and snapping it's teeth at her. "Shit." She grabbed all her supplies and shoved them in her bag. The male tripped over some branches, falling to the ground which gave her some time to escape. She didn't want to fire her pistol and draw more attention to her. She learned the hard way a few days ago. 

Scurring through the woods, she came across a broken down, car infested road. "Fuck." She gripped her pistol, slowly making her way through the crowd. Her heart thumped in her chest as she looked in each car, hoping to at least find a survivor who was hiding or some kind of food or supplies. Most of the cars were abandoned or had some kind of rotting body inside. The familiar groaning came from behind her and Lexie spun around on her toes facing a pack of Rotters. "Oh no..."