Anyway, i decided to go to Durango for the reason that everyone goes there, hopefully i will find something decent for a new years party there. Durango is in CO, i have always wanted to move there, just never got the balls i guess. It started off with me deciding to drive to Durango (the only place near me to find a decent bar) i Live in a medium sized town in NM called Farmington, people like to call it the trap because you always come back. So, it is the regular New year struggle, throw a party or find a party. Pretty odd right? Well only to Americans. First i will start with how it all began, if you havent put it together yet, it was new years. this isnt the average zombie story, this is the struggle of a normal (somewhat) person writing about their survival, and struggle. this is due to the fact that ten days ago a virus broke out doing some major work to the population of humans. This is day 10 of what i refer to as the 'zombie apocalypse'. that would be sick right? Well enough humor, let me get to it. that probably wont happen but i can wish. i write this in hopes that someday somewhere, someone will read it, and either learn what it was like to survive in this world, or maybe they will make a movie about me if things go back to normal. i never thought i would write in a journal, but you see, i am all alone, and this is the 'end of the world' as we know it. hopefully I don't offend anyone and you guys enjoy it and want more. I thought I would post the beginning of a similar story I started writing and see what yall thought. Awhile back I read the story of 'Roy' someone posted, and I thought it was fantastic.

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