Entry 4 of a Z.A. Survivor

October 24th 2019, I know I have not notated anything recently, but when you lose a pen in the ZA, you really lose a pen, no going back for the one you dropped. It took me a while to find a replacement. So far I have traveled around 200 miles on foot northish. I'm really getting into some decent shape here. Have not seen a zombie in a few days now, and now down to 10 bullets for the rifle I need to try and conserve a bit more. I lost most of my empty milk jugs..still have 1 and 1/2 left. Filled one with water to drink on my way for today, nothing like dirty creek water in the times of not having the normal use of a sink at home. Today for some reason I started humming then singing Mad World done by Gary Jules. For some reason, just seemed to fit the way I felt for the day..... "I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad, the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had." I often wonder what would life be like if I was the only one left, everyone else was a zombie, no other survivors. Just me, the last bit of delicious bacon of zombie food. Hell I'm priceless if that's the case for supply and demand. God please let there be someone...anyone...Where can I go? Maybe I'm just getting a little delusional. Thank god my stomach has adapted to the lack of big meals. Found a pear tree yesterday, took an hour to snag as many as I could. Got around 9 pears. Never been much of a pear person, but a change up of sometimes nothing is definitely needed. Should at least last me 3 or 4 days. You never realize how much you will miss certain foods. I may have to go into a city again soon, I need rations. I need to know if there has been anything to change. I'd only hope too much to walk in and find a place full of people alive and well. Ah who am I kidding, I'd be lucky if it wasn't populated with zombies and I was serving myself on a gold platter. Which leads me to believe that zombies mainly are able to kill people because they tire out and have to find supplies. They are the perfect siege weapon. Never sleeping, always hungry, and relentless in getting to their food source. You'll tire out before they ever would. Let it be known, that I refuse to be eaten. If I die it will be on my own terms, and no one elses. At least I hope. I guess I only write these entries in hope that there will ever be someone alive to read them one day. Adam writing off, till next time.