It's very short as a start, but like the narrator, I am a Quebecois and I speak more or less English. It is an idea that came to me like this, I do not know where it will lead.

Dear reader...

I do not know where to start.

I do not know the date, but it is now the fall. I am now nineteen. My birthday is in November.

I wonder what my reader looks like. Excuse my possible mistakes. I am... I was French Canadian. I found this notebook by chance. I write in English because I want someone to know who I am. I could die tomorrow, I do not know. Nobody knows.

Maybe a year ago, I left Montreal and went north randomly, so I was alone. Then, six months ago, these things happened...The zombies... My car has run out of gas for a long time. Exactly four days ago, I approached what was left of Charlotte town, North Carolina. I was hoping to find people. I am still alone, and I will ... I have to keep going.

My name is Kim Deslandes. If you found my notebook, then I probably died. I wish you better than me, Dear reader.