Love.
Kindness.
Some people say they are essential.
Some say that everyone has it.
But, in these times,
There is truly no such thing.
There is only betrayal. Anger.
There is only wrath.

I don't have many memories left.
I don't even remember who I am. I just remember I was bit, and that I go by the alias of The Guardian. I protect people. I remember everything that happened, after I got bit. I think soon, those will fade away. I'm not sure how to get them back, I'm just glad I know what happened. Maybe, just maybe, that's how I get my memories back. Or at least something to do with it. Wait. I see someone out in the distance, and it isn't a zombie. I put my newfound gas mask on and teleport near the person.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Huh?" The girl turns around. "Oh. You scared me. Heh. Haven't seen you around here." She said.
"I'm just tryin' to live. I've been on my own for who knows how long." I said. It was the truth, after all.
"I can't argue that. Although I'm from Alexandria, so I'm not really alone." She stated.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"You didn't know? Almost everybody is in a survivor group now. I just chose Alexandria." She said. "Just keep in mind, it's about... half a mile north west from here."
"Thanks. I'll remember that. I might see you soon then." I said. And she left, first friendly survivor in ages.
I just hope I can live through this hell.