When the outbreak first spread through the lower parts of south Texas most of us were already prepared for the hell that was wrought. However noone was aware of how many ppl would take advantage of the situation. At first life decayed at a slow pace but surprisingly noone thought of doing anything to make it any better. The neighborhood crackhead that loitered around every alley became the neighborhood zombie. None of my neighbors felt the need to put him down, I guess the same reason why they ddnt help him when he was alive was the same reason why they ddnt help him when he became the walking dead. This virus was treated alot like well. . . . a virus. Those that had it were like those that had leprosy or HIV. . . . It was just better to stay away from them and let them wander endlessly.
I lived in the outskirts of our town more around a rural area where poverty laid hold on many unlucky individuals. This virus not only spread but also unfortunately grasped the community with a tight hold. Many who couldnt afford protection just didnt survive or were "evicted" by larger groups that ddnt like to share land. These larger factions had many ways in getting what they wanted with none of the repercussions from the state government. I heard that families were threatened with having their own members turned and then unleashed on the family. noone could confirm the rumors but many took the stories as true.
Where I lived at the virus spread slowly since everyone lived so far away from each other. Every now and then I would see a zombie trying to get through a field of cactuses or I would see them trapped in some forgotten man made hole. There was a time that one came so close outside the fence of my house that my father took us inside told us to be quiet then he proceeded to get his hammer from his utility box. All I remember is him closing the door before he went outside and the next moment he came inside said that everything was alright.
Life went on as usual with us still needing to fix the house and reinforcing our stone fence. My dad taught me that to have respect for yourself is to have respect for your home. We grew up avoiding the infected and fought only when it came to defend our livestocks. Everything we ate and had was made with our own hands. People were rarely ever seen in my side of town and when theyre was we tried helping t hem as much as we could but we never allowed them to stay for more than a day in our house.
I could tell you more about my life during the apocalypse but I would like to hear your story and how you survived the zombie apocalypse. It could be anything just share your story.
I lived in the outskirts of our town more around a rural area where poverty laid hold on many unlucky individuals. This virus not only spread but also unfortunately grasped the community with a tight hold. Many who couldnt afford protection just didnt survive or were "evicted" by larger groups that ddnt like to share land. These larger factions had many ways in getting what they wanted with none of the repercussions from the state government. I heard that families were threatened with having their own members turned and then unleashed on the family. noone could confirm the rumors but many took the stories as true.
Where I lived at the virus spread slowly since everyone lived so far away from each other. Every now and then I would see a zombie trying to get through a field of cactuses or I would see them trapped in some forgotten man made hole. There was a time that one came so close outside the fence of my house that my father took us inside told us to be quiet then he proceeded to get his hammer from his utility box. All I remember is him closing the door before he went outside and the next moment he came inside said that everything was alright.
Life went on as usual with us still needing to fix the house and reinforcing our stone fence. My dad taught me that to have respect for yourself is to have respect for your home. We grew up avoiding the infected and fought only when it came to defend our livestocks. Everything we ate and had was made with our own hands. People were rarely ever seen in my side of town and when theyre was we tried helping t hem as much as we could but we never allowed them to stay for more than a day in our house.
I could tell you more about my life during the apocalypse but I would like to hear your story and how you survived the zombie apocalypse. It could be anything just share your story.