The Leaving Day

♫I know they say if you love somebody, You should set them free, But it sure is hard to do It sure is hard to do, I know they say if you don't come back again, Then it's meant to be (so they say), Those words don't pull me through, 'Cause I'm still in love with you I spend each day here waiting for a miracle, But it's just you and me goin' through the mill, Climbin' up a hill♫ Ok so its me again, and I'm ready I gotta leave now. So while I was gone I went out, stole a bunch of shit, I feel bad for doing that but hey what are you gonna do its the apocalypse. Actually that's a bit cliche, heh heh, the rogue against the apocalyptic age. Ha! But um... yeah. I stole gas (tons of it), 8 months worth of food and water, a hummer (FUCK YEAHH!) and that's I got a shit-ton of gas because those hummers have a shit mile-to-the-gallon. So I should be taking the I-57 S, hopefully the base has blocked off there gates so zombies er walkers? Should I come up with a new zombie name for my own journey. Hmm, um Rotters? Uh Creepers, Dead Ones, Lurkers? Hmm that's a conundrum. Whatever, so right now its 3:00 pm, I think that nighttime is the best time to leave, so 7:00 pm? Why am I asking so many questions today? Teachers must love me will all the questions I'm asking, that's stereotyping. Heh, ok lets go.
                                                                   
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Aw shit, its dark, uh oh, I heard rustling, uhhhhhhhh. Ok I'm booking it. EEHHHHHHHHHH.  Ok Ok OK. I'm good. Keys, door, ok start up, gears, yadda yadda, Oh seat belt. I "pimped my ride" by adding SPIKES ON THE FRONT AND CHAINS UP THE SIDE!!!! That is also cliche. "Well when did you find time to 'pimp your ride' with the Biters out there?" First of all: I stole it and it just so happened to be like that. Second: Biters that's good. Huh... for some reason there is no Biters out there...wierd. Welp my phone need to be charged. I can't talk until later.

The Planning Day

♫I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now, Get out of my face, Get out of my place, I'm leaving now, adios, I'm leaving now♫ Ok so today I am going to leave my house. I have to, to fulfill Marcus's dying wish: "Survive Max, run and survive" So I'll do exactly that! Leaving this house is the first step. But before I leave I have to have a plan, a place to go. Lets think where I am going to go, I need a place to contact other survivers, governments, anyone. Maybe D.C.? No, too many people, too many zombies. Um...Maybe a uh... Ok so let's reexamine my list; communication, protection, weapons. Well then it's obvious right? A MILITARY BASE!! Need to get map. Need to find closest one. Be right back!
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Haha!!! I found it! The only Air Force one that Is still open!! Scott Air Force Base! It's 306 miles (about) away. It'll probably take 4 hours and 30 minutes. But if it's a place to survive, I'll take it! But I need to stock up on supplies so many next week. UGH! I want to leave now! Ok I'll talk to you in a week. This is my lucky break.