My mother told me not to live my life regrets. Regrets only weigh you down in life and drag you down below the tidal waves of lives. So I followed what she told me and did just that: Lived my life happily

The pain…oh the pain

The blood…oh all the blood

The crying girl…oh the crying girl

I just wanted to help her

She seemed so sad crying there in the corner

When the infection started in early 2010 and when I lost my mother I still had no regrets. I was angry, sure as anyone else would be, but I did not have any regrets. I fought against the undead. I fought hard and long, lot friends and family, and still I had no regrets

Bullets spent

Ammo gone

Hope fading

Fear growing

I heard a survivor crying

After all the fighting I realize all of it was nothing. I knew that the dead were going to keep turning into them, the "Infected" or in some cases "Special Infected." Beings with tounges, claws, puke, large muscles, and acid. Something more then just your average "Infected."

I tried to help

To find another survivor out there, lost in the madding world around us

But she was no survivor

Red eyes and a loud scream

Oh the pain

Blood everywhere…my blood

Oh god all this pai-

My life is gone, slipping out of this pitiful existence

A final regret etched in my life before I died

When I opened my eyes my heart spasm and I screamed out, crying loudly, my emotions becoming a violent storm. My hands were claws, my skin grey and cold to the touch, my clothes ruined and hardly covering my body, I was one of them.

I regret trying to help her

The crying girl in the corner