In my time, I’ve seen all sorts of people. This world seems to bring out the worst in everyone. Just last week I put a bullet into the side of some asshole’s head, he had it coming. I don’t believe in good and evil anymore. Before all of this, I thought everything was just black and white, now I know better. I’ve done it all, robbed people, killed people, saved lives. Hell, I’ve even ate someone, not my proudest moment. In the end, you do what you have to do.
I’ve been in three groups now, the first two collapsed on themselves before they even got on their feet. Then Locust was born, that changed everything. After Rick up and vanished, I thought I’d be alone for good. Then one day, I came across a female, sitting next to a fire. I’ll never forget the scared look in her eyes, poor girl probably thought I was there to rob her, or worse. I’m not really sure what happened, one moment we were staring at each other in fear, disbelief, then next thing I know, I’m sitting next to the fire. I don’t remember what we said, well, rather what I said. You see, this girl I met was a mute. Turns out she had her throat slashed or something, I could never fully make out her finger flailing. I hadn’t realized how tired and weak I was until I slept for nearly two days straight. Even to this day, I still don’t know why she stayed. After I got some grub in me, she attempted to try shaking her fingers at me again. After a few moments of frustrated looks, she pulled paper from her bag and began to write on it, “My name is Anna” from that moment forward our friendship began.
After packing up her camp, we decided to travel together. She seemed to warm up to me quickly, even seemed to feel safe around me. We traveled for days, stopping every now and then to scavenge or hunt an animal. We hadn’t ran into any other survivors since we had met, that was about to change. At noon we heard what sounded like gunshots, followed by cries of pain. I rushed through some thick bushes, searching for where the shots had came from, on the other side I found a man kneeling over one of the bleeding survivors. After a short examination of the situation, I worked out the two men had gotten into a fight over a can of beans. One of them lay dead, with a bullet hole right through his heart. While the other one had been gut shot. As I approached, the person kneeling over the bleeding survivor quickly drew a sawed off shotgun, aiming it at me. At that moment, I realized who it was, to my shock the man behind the shotgun was Cotton. He lowered the shotgun, giving me a look of disbelief. There was an uneasy air between us, the last time we saw each other was right before I joined a group of people with ideals that Cotton disagreed with. Cotton looked like he was about to say something before the man that had been shot cried out in pain again. The past faded away as our medical training kicked in, it felt like the old days.
A few hours later we were in the house Cotton was staying in, the shot survivor was out cold on a bed. Small dots of blood shown through the bandages around the wound. Anna stood by the stove, cooking some stew. There was an uneasy feeling in the room. Cotton looked as if he expected me to attack him at any moment. Once the stew was finished, we ate dinner in silence. After dinner was finished we talked about what had happened since we last met, both of us had stories of pain and little joy. Two weeks passed as the man that had been shot recovered, he became strong enough to live on his own. Cotton decided to come with Anna and I, we left the man enough food for a few days and went on our way. It felt good to have Cotton at my side again, things were starting to look up.
Over the new few weeks we picked up a few survivors, we found one about to shoot himself, the poor bastard had just shot his infected childhood friend. We convinced Victor to come with us. The next person we found had gotten himself trapped in an old broken down military truck. Victor set off a hydrogen canister in a nearby building, distracting the infected. We pulled Stephen from the truck, if we hadn’t come along when we had he likely would have died from dehydration. He too joined us. We ran across Alexander living in a hunting shack, he jumped at the chance to travel with us. Soon our numbers began to grow, we decided to called ourselves, Locust. The thought process behind the name was simple, Locust take everything that they can use, in a big enough swarm they over power anything in their way.
That brings us to now, at some point during 2017. I assume it’s just past winter now, nearing spring. Though I could be completely wrong, it’s always cold in this hell hole.