January 28th, 2032
It has been ten years since the Z-Virus turned the first carrier into a flesh-eating monster. I don’t know how many have turned, how many have died. The news went dark around one billion deaths worldwide. We remain isolated in small camps throughout the state, aware of each other’s existence but maintaining minimal contact. Bigger crowds mean more trouble, both from the living and the dead.
I attribute my survival, and the survival of others, to this survival guide. I purchased it as an exciting book to read once and put it on my coffee table. I didn’t know how to fight the virus. Now, I’ve lost count of how many monsters I have slain. It doesn’t phase me anymore. I wouldn’t have survived the first six months without knowing where to go, what weapons and supplies to carry, and most importantly, how to defend myself from the dead.
My team and I have memorized the information in this book verbatim. When I ventured to a bookstore to bring back books to my base, I took every copy of this guide. It has saved not only my life but the life of everyone who has held it in their hands. Our base, whose location will remain a secret, has multiple defenses, multiple escape routes, and emergency rooms filled with weapons and supplies so we can be prepared for an attack no matter where we are.
The author of this book is likely long since gone, but I have one thing to say if they are reading this now. Thank you.
To anyone reading this review, you have survived a decade in Hell. If you are ever in Virginia, find one of our safe houses. We will come to see you. We will welcome you into our family. Until then, a copy of this book awaits inside.
Good luck, and God save us.
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