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.