Mystery man looked at my facial expression full of disgust. “Get used to it cupcake. You either embrace the smell and the gore, or you join em’.”

I couldn’t believe how insensitive this man was being. Sure, he’s probably been through a lot more than I have, but give a girl a break. Leaving a small town of routine and nice people, and coming back to a dark world that’s spiraling out of control isn’t something a person can just adjust to in one day. As I stood there lost in my pissed off thoughts towards this man, he yanked me towards the entry of the house.

“HEY! Do you mind?! You may be used to being rough with these so called “walkers” but I’m a person, so treat me like one.” I aggravatedly murmured. “Whatever” he replied. M

I despise being whatevered.
———————————————————————————————————————————————Who does this dumb bit*h think she is? I save her mindless as* from them walkers, and all she does is complain. Women..they’re just so damn stupid. Don’t know how to be greatful, and they sure as heck don’t know how to mind for themselves. I should’ve left her as* back where I found her, survivin’ would be a lot easier, that’s for sure.

I mean look at her, ain’t got a clue on how to survive. She’s just following me around like a fool. She ever heard of some personal space?

Getting fed up with that stupid as* woman, I finally snapped and said, “Listen here, you can’t be always placing the victim card on my table. You can’t survive in this world thinking like that. It was just a week ago where I found myself being surrounded by walkers. Woke up to the sound of my girlfriend being eaten. Ain’t that some shi-? She was making breakfast too.”

I could tell this self righteous cun* had somethin’ more to say, so I made an excuse for her to shut her mouth. “We better check inside this house before our whereabouts are known. I’ll check all over the house, you stay in the living room and start barracading major entrances.” “Fine, yeah, as long as I get a break from your female disrespecting self. Your girlfriend got eaten by walkers, and all you care about is breakfast? Come on.” Scoffed the bimbo bitc-.

We entered the house, and all was quiet. I raised my index finger to my lips. She gave me a nod. The house was a two story, a pretty average sized house. Before I went to check the first floor of the house I handed her my 24 inch Latin Machete. “Never be unarmed, you never know when you’re gonna have to protect yourself. I’m gonna take a look around, you stay here. Don’t leave this spot.” I said. “Thanks” is all she said as she grabbed the weapon.

I left her, and checked the kitchen first. It was dark, and I had no lighting to help me separate shadows from possible threat. I had to rely on my gut and my senses. Everything seemed clear, and I figured if anything was in the living room we would’ve heard it so I took the stairs to the second floor. The only thing up here was a bathroom, an office, and two bedrooms. Looked like a family of three lived here. I wondered if they had a liquor collection, my taste buds could use some whisky. I couldn’t seem to find any signs of the living…or the undead so I decided I’d take a look around..that was until I heard a crash coming from downstairs.

Like I expected, the dumb cu*t didn’t stay put and found herself a walker.

Before I could get to her, it managed to throw itself at her as it was trying to eat her alive. I ran and lifted the walker off of her, and pushed it out of the way. I took a step back. “I ain’t helping you this time. This is all you” I got a sense of joy lookin’ at her tryin’ not to shi* herself.

Course I ain’t that big of a dick, and I’d help her if she needed it, but it’s like my pop used to do. Throw me out in the woods for a few days, and let me find my way back. The walker lunged towards her, and I thought I’d have to step in, when the next thing I knew..

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I couldn’t take my eyes off of the dying man, but if we were to stay undetected by those monsters we had to keep moving. I looked behind me for the last time and stared into the eyes of the man being torn apart. I could see every bit of pain he was going through, and all of the helplessness he was feeling. My lips formed the words “I’m sorry” as I turned my back on him.

We continued to wander aimlessly through the alleyways, trying to find any hint of a safe location. As the daylight was soon fading, the man that kept quiet most of the travel turned to me in a cautioned tone and said “if we don’t find a place to stay in soon, we’re going to soon find ourselves a meal. This ain’t a big city, but it sure as hell isn’t safe. Once we settle somewhere, we’ll re-group in the morning and find a way into the country.”

For some reason, every time he spoke I felt at ease. I didn’t know this man, but I trusted him. Maybe it was because he took me in. I was nothing more than a clueless girl that any other person would have marked as a deathwish.

We found ourselves in a middle class neighborhood. “There might be some walkers in these homes, keep your guard up. I can’t save your as* and mine.” he stated authoratively. I nodded, and stuck close to him. As we approached one of these lonely looking houses, we saw two “walkers” stumbling our way.

“Watch and learn” mystery man said with a hint of conceit and sarcasm.

It only took two seconds for him to put an arrow through both of their skulls.

He did this like it was nothing, a task that he was used to. He ordered me to pull the arrows out of their skulls. Said it would be good practice. It was something for me to get used to in this morbid world.

It was a gruesome feeling. I could feel the blades scrape across the skull. I felt sick.

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After a week long nature trip, I was finally returning home.

It was strangely desolate when I arrived…

Having an odd feeling, I decided to walk around town to see what was going on.

Everything seemed to be okay, until I saw the body of a man laying in the middle of the road.

Horrified, I ran trying to find anybody that I could to help. There was no one.

I walked to the nearest school, but the doors were chained shut.

Unsure of what any of this meant, I walked around to the back. That’s when I saw…

Scared, shocked, and confused, I turned to run. That was until a man pulled me to the side. He told me to stay quiet if I wanted to live.

Being the only life I could find, I listened. He said there was a herd coming and to hide.

As we hid, I saw…many of them. Running…and looking….unlike anything I have ever seen before.

After they were gone, the mystery man gave me a look that said “follow”.

We walked in the alleyways, and stayed out of the visible areas. I asked him what was going on, and he said he would explain later. Our safety was the main priority, and once we got back to a temporary safe haven everything would be explained.

It seemed like everywhere we turned, there was dead body after dead body.

How could all of this have happened during the short week I was gone? Where was my family? Where were my friends? That’s all I could really think about, were they dead, alive? Were they cannibalistic…monsters?

We heard a soft groaning noise, but were unsure of which direction it was coming from. Being thrown into such a terrifying situation, I broke down. Tears pouring down my face. Even so, I dared not to make a sound. From what I could tell so far, any sound I made could mean death for the both of us.

We approached slowly towards the sound.

There they were tearing a man to shreds.

“We have to help him!” I whispered with a tremble in my voice. “He’s already dead, ain’t nothing we can do for him” the mystery man said without a shred of remorse. “He’s been infected by their bites, their scratches, and even if there were something we could do for him, he’s been torn to shreds, his insides all over the place.” I couldn’t believe this guy, how could he leave a man there to die. The least he could do was put him out of his misery.

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I used to work out for an hour to two hours a day, all of that for the most part was nonstop cardio. Since I love food too much, and over ate everything fatty and greasy…If you can guess, I saw no results from these two combinations, and I just can’t bear with parting with my food. I mean, I try for sure, it’s just impossible it seems like. One whiff of a hamburger, or rotisserie chicken skin and I’m on it.

Basically after many months of failed efforts, and a still very pudgy tummy I’m getting to that point where I’m fed up with this exercise stuff. I mean screw calorie counting, I’m just not good with portions. Since I’m a narcissist and like to look at my upper half in the mirror, I would like get a full length mirror and think “ow ow, that is one fine biatch”…but alas, I am not to that point yet. I’ve been contemplating diet pills though…Yeah yeah, don’t give me that “those are bad, you’ll be hooked” bala bala bala. I know I know, I mean I most likely won’t take them, but who knows. I know they don’t work, and if they do work, the side effects are probably far from good. I’m a pretty head strong girl, and being cheap doesn’t hurt either; meaning I can stop taking them whenever. I’m not much of a medicine/pill person to begin with. I can’t even take vitamins, even if they’re the delicious gummy kind.

Narcissism is a terrible thing, what can I say? It can make or break you, and right now it’s motivating me to do more for myself…it’s just those darn addictions to the food I love a little too much. Aiya, maybe this job at the sushi place will settle my hunger. Eating miso soup three days a weak isn’t too bad la. It’s pretty delicious. I suppose before I get desperate and pill pop diet pills that’ll make me feel like ass, I’ll have to think of more options…like substitutes for my fat foods. Why does being in good health have to be so hard?

Hey mom, next time you yell at me for blogging why don’t you just not bother? I mean seriously, I mentioned how I wanted to be an internet celebrity blogger before, but I’m realistic. I know it’s most likely not going to happen, but that doesn’t give you the right to constantly yell at me for blogging. Stop yelling at me in general, and I know you’ll probably read this tomorrow.

I have a request. Stop nagging on me for every small thing. It would be greatly appreciated, not that you’re going to listen anyways. You don’t really care about my mental well being. All of this yelling at me for small things will make me throw myself into an inferno to put myself out of misery. You drive me crazy when you yell at me every single second. I’m not pefect, and I’m a young adult. I’m going to do stupid stuff, so stop expecting me to act like a princess. I’m far from one, and I don’t plan on being one. Kay thanks.

This is going to be a short one.

Yesterday I was told by Pin that he was told that I walk too slow by our boss.

Um, excuse you insensitive unauthentic Japanese restaurant owning Chinese woman, it was my first day. Give me a break. You hired me knowing I had NO restaurant experience, so before you start criticizing me on how bad I do, give me at least a few days to get better, not just a few hours. Geeze, I swear people are selfish.

Maybe you shouldn’t hire me then, if walk so damn slow. Maybe instead of playing on your Chinese facebook, you could actually do something? Like..hmm..I don’t know show me what to do yourself? You don’t want to piss me off. I could mess up so bad, your whole business could fall. I could grab that roach I saw in the bathroom and put it in someone’s sushi roll. Don’t think I won’t…okay I won’t, BUT DON’T TEST ME.

I quit my job today, and to make the long story as to why short…is the simple fact that I can’t handle it anymore. A full-time college student waking up at 4 am every weekend to go to work at 5 is pretty ridiculous. I could name the many a$$holes that I’ve encountered and saw every weekend that pushed me over the edge, but this would just turn into an endless blog.

I didn’t give my former job a two week notice like I’m supposed to, I simply wrote them a note, folded it, and taped it to my manager’s door. Nothing was said to anyone, and I just made my exit as quiet as possible. I feel a little bad for not giving them any notice, but it’s time to make decisions for myself. I always do what I’m told, and I never do the “crazy” and “wild” things that I want. I feel myself becoming bitter, not just with my newly former job, but with everyone.

I’m not going to blame everyone, say it’s their fault for making me bitter. It’s not their fault, it’s mine. I mean sure, a lot of things contributed to my blackening heart, but it’s my fault for putting up with it. I guess that’s why a part of me doesn’t really care for giving my former job a short notice…but what I’ve learned from just living is that no matter how much things suck, life will go on, so get the hell over it.

I’ve started to care about people less, and quite frankly It’s kind of scary to think about. People see me, and just want to believe I’m the most innocent caring person in the world. I used to be. Now, I’m just angry all the time. I’m tired of having cared so much before. It’s not like I ever received genuine care before, and for those reading this that know me..don’t try to say anything, any moron could tell what genuine caring feels like. I’m tired of doing people favors when they don’t ask me to do anything, yet I expect gratitude. That’s why now, when people tell me bad news, I don’t care. I really don’t care how you can’t see your signifcant other, I don’t care that your home life makes you miserable, I don’t care that you’re not doing well in school, I don’t care your job makes you miserable. Get over it. Quite honestly, if these things are so horrible, you would do something about it…so unless you have something real to complain about, don’t come to me.