The Doctor Shao Diaries ENTRY 4-5

ENTRY 4:
I saw this shit coming. GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACIES. You could tell they were trying to hide something. Nuclear testing, whatever. They were trying to make the world better but they just fucked it up.

I did all that I could. I felt myself regaining strength. I thought I was ready to leave the apartment, so I headed out the door. Just as I entered the street, I was greeted by the roar of 3 helicopters. Was it the army? Was it someone back from the warehouse? Before I could find out they were a few blocks ahead of me.

"HEY! WAIT! I'M DOWN HERE!!!"

As fast as they came, they were gone. My voice had echoed down the streets, and then it hit me. Every undead fuck probably heard my voice and was sprinting towards me now. Filled with panic, I ran down an alleyway, then another, and so on. My lungs were on fire, and I swore I could hear fast footsteps. Were those monsters behind me? Or was it another survivor? I saw an Antique Shop and I knew it would be a perfect place to hide. I ran inside and began putting everything I could in front of the door, and when that was finished, I rested. I looked around. The place smelled like shit and was full of useful weapons. I decided to take a look around in the back rooms. Well, I found the source of the smell. It seemed like the owner shot himself with a pump shotgun. Why would he kill himself if he had all this food? Behind a sheet of glass, I saw a Katana with a Black and Red Handle. I kicked out the glass and held it in my hands. It reminded me of my childhood, my father taught me how to use one and I never forgot. This also reminded me of how much I missed him.

ENTRY 5:
It's been a week, and I've decided to head out. I stocked up on a glock, surgical knife, and the Katana. When I got outside, I was greeted by a heavy fog. With the Katana tied to my back, I began my journey down the abandoned streets. I tried to stick to the shadows, and keep quiet. I lost track of how many streets I traveled when I was alarmed by the sound of footsteps. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Well, Well, Well, What the fuck do we have here?"

Where was the voice coming from? I called out:

"Hel-Hello?"

I traveled down another block, and then realized it. I was completely lost. Where should I go? Left? Right? I took out my knife and moved slowly down the street.



I was lost, and had no idea what to do.

This is good. Good use of metaphors.