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Greetings fellow survivors,
The names Foo, short for Foo Fighter, I had a real interest in all things UFO and Extra-terrestrial before the infected started making their mark on our planet. (Foo Fighters - WW2 UFO's)
I had been watching the events unfurl as news broke of the infected via the internet and news bulletins, I was probably like the rest of you, "ah this will blow over, the governments will soon sort it out, and life can return back to the mundane daily routines, but in a safe way that it has always been".
Wow, were we wrong, I had been over here in the East working when the borders started closing down and after many futile attempts to repatriate myself back to the U.K, and back to my family, I find myself in a hostile land with no friends and only these disgusting rotten creatures as my company. I'm not sure how much time has passed and how my friends and family are, but as I sit here cooking up a couple of rabbits I was lucky enough to snag, I see pictures in the flames of the campfire, are they my future, my past or am I just losing it more than I thought?
I tried to make contact with other survivors, and on the whole we have been able to pass on supplies, medicines and stories of what they and I think is happening. Sadly my last encounter did not meet with an amicable end, and the usual best of luck and fond farewells of the last few did not materialize. I had shared a bite to eat and a handful of cartridges with this fella, and all seemed ok till he tried to impale me with a stick he had been sharpening. I had never killed more than a few bunnies and the odd fox as a boy back in the UK, but this new world had extended my death tally to kill a creature I never thought I could or would ever need to. I buried him and even managed a few words to set my spirit straight and send his on its way. I made a mistake burying him so close to my camp, as I'm sure amongst the walkers groans and moans I can hear him still grasping at those last few breathes of life.
Anyway, back to who I have become, rather than who I am; I'm a lone wolf, who will help any fellow out I come across, I just tend to meet and greet folk with my finger covering the trigger these days.
Foo
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