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Help?

Posted: April 30, 2016 in Uncategorized
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   What has been with me, lately? I haven’t been myself, it’s like something else has taken over, and I can’t control it. Depression has been a strong killer in my life, it’s something that I fight with all the time, and I’m tired of it!
   I want to live my life without being sad, or feeling that I am always drowning. I feel horrible, all the time, and I can’t stop it. I have been fighting a phase, of depression, for a few weeks now. It has been a bad one, it’s been pulling me away from my happiness, but also my passions.
    I haven’t had the passion to write. I have pushed away everything, causing me to lose my happiness. I have been sleeping, alot. I have also started to play ps3, alot more. I see it as a great distraction, away from writing. I need help. I need a good group of friends to help me, a group that will help me conquer this demon.
    I wanted to talk to you guys, in hope that someone will answer my cries, and help me. I hope you don’t judge me, I really do.

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There is a lot of work to be done!

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I haven’t quite got into the routine of writing daily, even with being a month ahead on my schedule of writing. It seems that the more that I get done, the more that happens in life. I was wanting to start my novel, but then as I went to write it, something in life distracted me, and now I am only a week a head of my designated plan of writing, which is very shocking due to the fact that I spent a solid week bulk writing. This comes to show me that I can’t take breaks, as other writers shouldn’t either.
When you are a writer, that is a job itself. This means that you need to put it as a second job, averaging about 20 hours a week, half of a full-time job. If you think of it in a week, that is only 2+ hours a day. If you are a writer, you should be writing about 2 hours a day, anyways. This will keep you up to speed with your writing abilities, and will help you grow as a writer. If you don’t write daily, it will become harder for your brain to come up with ideas when you do right, also. The biggest problem with writing is coming up with the ideas, well that is for me, anyways. If I spend an hour a day writing, I see that I can sit down and write a new post even faster than the day before. Also, the message behind the post seems stronger, ever seen a weak message? That is from two-things; Either the author has no idea what they are talking about, or they haven’t been writing daily.
I saw that over my vacation, my messages came off more clear than days that I wasn’t on vacation. That is from the fact of being able to take more time during post, but also because each day I had a routine of writing. I was spending six-hours writing, each day, well besides the last four days, when I decided to play video games. But when I was writing daily, my productivity was sky high, so was my mental capacity. I saw that the more I wrote, the more I was thinking of greater ways to grow the blog, and my writing alone. The thought process that went into the blog was different than any other time. It seemed that the more I was writing, the smarter that I became. I don’t want to state that as a fact, but I saw the proof, so do quote me, if you would want to!
I am saying all of this, to tell you other promising writers to never stop writing. I want to see the next generation of writers excel more than the last. This is going to be hard, when we have to go against the greats as Stephen Kings, Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, F. Scott Fitgerald, and J.K. Rowling (Though she can be considered a part of our generation, she still is older.) This is not including other greats, but to do so, I would need a whole new blog post. What I am saying, is that all of these amazing authors had one thing in common, they all write daily. They might take a vacation here and there, but most will also post numurous novels a year. I want my fellow author among the greats, but how can we do that, if we all sit with our hands in our pockets, not wanting to write because we had a rough day? We cant, we have to percivere through the trials and write! There isn’t time to willow in our self doubt, wondering if we are good enough, when we need to tell ourselves that, anyway. We are good enough to have our name in with the greats, but with the lack of interest within the current generation, you never will be. But I will be, there is a lot of work to be done, and I am willing to take the desired steps to get the job done, but who is with me.
I don’t want to take this road alone, but I will. I would love for someone to come with me, as the road gets tiring and boring, at times, but I need people that wont give up. I need those who stand out, and that want to work for something. I know, at times, the doubt will kick you, and will hold you down, but it is crucial that you get back up and fight. Writing gives you the advantage among doubt, we don’t have to have friends because we have our beloved characters to keep us sane. If it is doubt that keeps you down, remember that you among the greats, you just need to work harder to get in with them! Doubt is nothing but a lie, don’t fall for the lies.
Writing daily is crucial for those who want to be someone in the writing world. But the problem is that current writers want it giving to them. They don’t want to work for the prizes that lie behind the doors. They don’t want to run the marathon, when that is the best part, instead they want a walk in the park, with the same rewards. That has to stop. Writers! You can’t expect great things, when you do nothing to make it great! Get better, and the way to do that is begin to write daily!

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Vodka is a bitch.

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    It was a week before my wedding, and my cousins wanted to drink, along with a night of call of duty. I was ready for this night, I was always horrible at call of duty, but I was confident that I would be able to win at least a round off my brother-in-law. He is a goober and usually sucked when he was facing me. There was just a different level set when it came to him and me. I was just better at the first person shooters, where he was usually better at Mortal Kombat. I was ready to show him up, and get some laughs while we were at it.
As we set up the match, I was a cocky prick, and chose to go with a default sniping class on BO2. Little did I know, I was going to have a rough time with the DSR-50. This was the first time playing BO2 on the PS3, which is a lot different than the Xbox 360, but I tried my hardest. But as the match got to the end, I realized that my sniping ability was inferior to his. He was dropping me in one shot, where I needed two or three. I got mad at the fact that he was better than me, since times before he would suck against me. He had improved over the months of not being at his cousins house. He was now someone I couldn’t beat. The laughter and ooohhhss were pissing me off, so I grabbed a glass of UV Blue and chugged it. This was my first hard drink, ever. I cringed at the taste, but didn’t feel anything else. As the match went on so didn’t the amount of shots. It seemed that every time I would die, I would take a shot. But as the match came to an end, I noticed that I had began shooting Gin and Patron. My head was beginning to get a little heavy.
The idea of going outside seemed to be a great one. That is what we did, we went outside. This was at the point that I had at least 6 shots (mixed) in me, I was feeling amazing. I was slightly dizzy, but that added to the fun, which is when I broke out our BB gun. I ran to the other side of our yard and lifted a can up. I told the guys to shoot the can out of my hand, but as each one shot, a BB went through the can and hit my finger. I dropped the can and grasped my finger, there was luckily no blood, but my finger was black and blue. Instead of quitting, though, I told them to hold on. This is when I went inside and took four shots, each being a mix of Gin/Patron/UV. I felt the alcohol beginning to take over, which meant even more fun. But as they saw that I was getting a little tispy, we moved the party back indoors, and back into the living room.
I didn’t stop drink, though. I was still piling shots back. Each one was leaving more of an effect on me. Then out of no where, I got super dizzy. Little did I know that Gin was a “Silent killer” which takes longer to get you drunk, so what I thought was just weak was actually just taking slower to get me messed up. This wasn’t good, since I just spent the last hour drinking nothing but gin…. Soon I would be gone, and the new Blake would be out. That is exactly what happened. I got wasted. As I got drunk, I called two people; My co-worker, Darryl, and McDonalds.
   In the voicemail to my co-worker, I told him that I loved him and wish he was my wife. That was the joke around the workplace for months after. But in my call to McDonalds, I asked if they were able to deliver some more Gin to my house. The lady asked if I were drunk, which led to some foul language which wont be repeated. After getting off the phone, I got up and walked into the kitchen, I pulled down my pants and took a piss in a bowl. After taking a piss, I got a bottle of water and opened it. But instead of taking a drink, I poured it on top of my head and slipped. I fell backwards into the refrigerator and bashed my head off of the door.
   My pants became strangely warm, as I just pissed myself again. This was the last little bit that I remember, besides going upstairs. My cousin went and got my wife to come get me, she came downstairs and grabbed my arm. They both walked me up the stairs and into my room. I was placed in my bed, but as I laid their, I needed to pee, yet again. They said okay, but as they got close, I upchucked all over the bed. I blacked out after that, and ended up in the hallway, the next morning, naked. I was told that they gave me a shower. The whole time, I was accusing them of sleeping together, but also I ended up being on my puppy. Poor puppy.
Since that night, I haven’t been able to drink anything hard. If I do, I get super gaggy and almost throw up, instantly. I have found that to get over this, all you have to do is add less mixture to hard drinks at a time, so I will try this. But even with the outcome being so sticky and nasty, I had a lot of fun. This wasn’t adding the fact that I had to work at 8, the next morning. 

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“Even when the rain falls,
Even when we crash against the wall,
Even when we don’t think we have anything figured out,
I know you’re God’s Angel, and he’s helping us out.”

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These were lyrics to an original song by yours truly. It was titled, Rain Fall, and went through rough times in relationships. This song was written from a 16-year-old that was wanting to find love, but every time he got into a relationship, the moment something went wrong, instead of fixing it, he ran. With a little help from a great friend, this young man found that you can’t run from everything, but sometimes you must stand tall, next to your spouse and fight the enemy. After finally beating that idea into my head, I was able to sit down and write this song.
The song was written in my friends apartment, while everyone was at work. I was sitting on the couch with nothing to do. These amazing people didn’t want cable, so when they were gone, I had to find something to do. This is when I would usually work on new songs, or store ideas. So I was sitting on the couch, guitar in my hand, thinking. Thoughts of what that girl said really got to me. At this point in my life, I was seeing a girl that had a lot of problems. She was suicidal, she had health problems, and she was a loner, at school. I saw something in her, though. But as the relationship went on, she got more and more annoying. I grew tired of always hearing about her thoughts, since they weren’t mine. She was an amazing girl, but I had to break it off, which happen to be the day before this song was written.
Single and alone, I felt there was no hope for my love life. I just learned that you had to fight with your spouse, but how was that going to happen if I was single? The answer was that this song was going to help me when I found the right girl, and it did. I thought marriage was going to be like the movies, but it isn’t. Marriage is a nightmare, but a fun nightmare. It has a lot of ups and downs, but that is life, at least now you have someone to fight with, and that is what I learned through this song. After writing this song, I recorded a version and told myself, If I ever find the right girl, this song will be my promise. The night that I met Ariel, was the night this song took into effect.
I stopped this pretty young lady, under the rainy sky, and told her I wanted everything to be different, and we began to date. Even though our lives haven’t been great, I know that we are a crashing wave that is hitting every wall next to the shore, but we are doing it together, that’s what is important. Even though, I have wanted to run, I know that everything will be fine, and that is what keeps me in the relationship, true-passionate love for someone other than myself.
In this generation, we have become lazy. We want everything handed to us, without getting any dirt on our hands. That is what leads to divorce, debt, and suicide. We want a magical elf to come to our rescue, but that isn’t the answer. The answer is this; we have to work for everything in life, we can’t expect life to give us golden eggs, without paying for it somehow. Which comes into love. You can’t expect to have a great relationship with a fear of failing, at the relationship. Once fear settles into your heart, you will run away. You will be to fear driven that you will forget how to fight with your spouse, and how to not fight against your spouse. Anything in life, comes with a price, even love. But if it’s the waves your afraid of, remember this, you have a person to save you, when you fall.

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I hate it!

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As a writer, I have come to see one thing, GRAMMAR SUCKS! I was never good at pulling out parts of a sentence, mainly because I never cared in school. I wish I would have, that would have saved so much annoyance, later in life. Now, I spend most of my days studying English grammar, whoo how much fun, right?
I realized as a writer, I was always missing something. I recently found what part I was missing, which was a solid grasp on grammar and why it is important. I was talking to one of my writing buddies, we were talking about our work. She loved everything about my work except one thing, my grammar. She told me that grammar is a lost art in the writing world, and that if I were to perfect my writing skills, I would be famous in no time. I was in shock of the discoveries, almost as I were just rejected. I told myself that I was fine, but soon I would find out that she was write. Grammar was holding me back from becoming famous, and it needed to be changed, immediately.
I came to the conclusion when I was on a grammar website, which is used to tell you what you need to change in your work. After plugging in my work, it told me that I was missing certain parts, which was punctuation. This is something that I have been amazingly horrible at, it is a proven annoyance of any editor, also. Punctuation is hard to learn, but if I was ever going to get big, I needed to learn it fast, or I could kiss my writing career goodbye. Action was needed, but where do I start? This is when I went to the book store.
Barnes and Noble was a great place to go too, or was it? I remember looking at all the different type of books, wondering which was the best to get for the price. Each one was about $20-$40. I lowered my head and pointed at the books, when I lifted my head, I had my finger pointed at a book, but it looked boring. I walked to the front of the store, grasping the boring book. I wanted to look at the bargain books before leaving, so I stopped to look at the books. I glimpsed through the books, one caught my eye, it was titled “Powerful writing skills.” It is a book that teaches students, business owners, and students how to write powerfully in multiple different areas of grammar. I instantly dropped the other boring labeled book and grabbed the more exciting and colorful book. It was also cheaper, it was a double decker win. I took it home and began to read it. Each page was more fascinating than the last.
I got through part of the book, and wanted to go back to Barnes and Noble to get another. That is when I found “Easy Guide to Grammar.” I felt like I was in pre-school as I wielded the book in my hands, but I didn’t want to miss anything, so I was going back to the very basics, and then I would add to it in the future as I learned more and more. That is what has been happening.
In the last few weeks, while reading multiple grammar books, I have seen a slight increase on my grammar. I still have a long way to go, but I am glad to see that I am getting somewhere in this. I felt that I was going to be a grammar dummy, the rest of my life, but I am glad to see that I am getting smarter. With every chapter I finish I get more excited for the next chapter. I am excited to grow in grammar, but everything has a cost, I guess.
The cost that I am talking about is the fact that I am more willing to correct others. I have become annoyed to see simple grammar mishaps in others work. Though I never comment on it, I will think about it through the day. I have corrected more grammar, in the last week, than I did when I was in school. I am helping others, also. Any time someone is having a hard time with their work, I am there to help them. I’m still slightly polite, but as I learn more, the more I see that simple mistakes erk my snooty!

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The lights were dim, the people were ready for the show to begin, but I wasn’t. I rehearsed this song almost a dozen times, but now, in front of people, I felt sick to my stomach. The fear of puking on stage was unbearable to think of, but I was already on the stage, there was no time for me to back out. It’s not like I had the choice to do so, anyways. I promised my friend that we would go through with this, he was excited to be the lead guitarist, and the backup to me. I think he wanted to play this show, even more than I did. He was strapped up and tuned in hours before I even had my pants on. He was ready, I wasn’t. The show started with a few acts that were mediocre, which could have been from their lack of musical talent, or it could have been the songs they chose, either way, I knew we would at least do better than they did. With each person going up to the stage, I saw that my name was getting closer to the top. Soon enough, I saw that I was on deck.
   I can’t explain how I felt while reading my name. I was so nervous of messing up, I almost left, but as I walked to the side door, to go down stairs, my back-up ran over to me. He grabbed me by the shoulder, and told me that we needed to practice, one more time, before the show started. I glimpsed into his pride-filled eyes and shook my head. As a child in a toy store, he shimmered into the “practice room”, a small room on the side of the stage, no bigger than 15 feet each way. It was a very small room, which made it even worse as I couldn’t breath as it was, now we get to suffocate in this room. This night was going to end in a distaste; I just knew it! He shut the door softly behind us, the music in the background started to slow down, indicating the last act was about to end. There wouldn’t be enough time for us to practice, no, we only had time to tune and get out on stage. But for some reason the guy still wanted to practice, so I humored him.
    I started to strum my guitar quickly, ending the song minutes before the original, he shook his head, but then laughed. With a sweaty lip, I chuckled and gave him a high-five. The last act came rushing through the door, they were excited, way too excited. They were slapping each others hand, as a sign of “amazing job, I love you.” Ignoring them, I listened for the que to go on the stage, and seconds later, the pastor called us out. She sounded very excited to see what we had in hold. I might have talked us up a bit, as a note, but she seemed really happy to say my name. I sent the lead out first, then I made a dramatic entrance.
   The crowd was nerve wracking, they all stared blankly onto the stage, as if I wasn’t on the stage, already. With blood rushing through my head and down my arms, causing sweat pits to form, I began to play happy birthday. I happened to learn it at the same time as the song, so I wanted to honor the pastors B-day. The crowd stood in awe, as I finished the recognition, as did the pastor. She had a small tear in her eye as she said thanks. I smiled and told her that we loved her, she responded the same way. Now, I had no tricks up my sleeve, it was solely time for me to play the song, I had been practicing, all week. It was “How he loves us by David Crowder Band.” I happened to hear it on a radio station, and loved it. When the church announced a open-mic night, I rushed to my friend, and told him we had to do it. With one week left, I had to, not only learn the song, I also had to teach the song in the way I wanted to play it. It took hours, each day, but finally, on the night before, after hours of practicing, we finally hit every note. We were ready, until we got to the church. But now we were here, in front of the crowd, it was now time to prove that the week wasn’t a waste.
    I put my mouth against the microphone and spoke to the crowd. I remember the crowd telling me to push against the mic, since they couldn’t hear me. But the closer I got, to the crowd, the more nervous I got. After getting the mic to cooperate with me, I began to strum softly. I told the crowd what we were about to sing, but in the middle of my speech, I hear the soft hum of an electric guitar. My side-kick made it easy for me to start, as he began to play; though I am not a good singer, that night my heart was in it, causing my voice to soar. The comparison could be made to a white dove. But as I finished the first verse, I lost track, and my lead began to go to fast, losing his rhythm. With his rhythm gone, the song was likely going to fail. I turned around, after the first verse, and let out a moan. I was mad, angry, pissed. I am glad that the string were new, because they took a mighty beating that night. I looked at my lead, he looked at me knowing I was pissed. But I couldn’t stop the song, I had one option, to play through it. I turned back around, and started the song from the first verse, again. The crowd seem to like this rendition, but I hated it.
   The rest of the performance, even after nailing the tricky bridge, I had the beginning stuck in my head. I tried to shake it, but I couldn’t. After a week of practicing, we still messed up. I was in outer shock, but as I wrapped the song up, the crowd went wild. I tipped my guitar at the crowd, showing my appreciation, and told everyone to have a good night. As I left the stage, a crowd of young adults met me, they were all congratulating me on my performance, I said thanks, still in annoyance of my performance. I went to the back of the church and took a seat. Before I knew it, the night was over. The talent was gone, and the show was over. It was now the time for the supper. The best part, other than this being my first show, of this night. There was chili; nothing in this world is better than chili.
   As I walked down stairs, I lost the anger behind the verse, I messed up on, and found happiness in my accomplishment. Maybe I did mess up, but that’s okay. The best part is that I never gave up! Even if I failed, I can still say that I finished the song, where most would have ran away, crying their eyes out. 

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    There is a great segment, one that is fun to write, and also to post for you guys. I have done it a few times, and let me tell you; I have so much fun doing it. This segment is where I take three words, and then write whatever comes to mind. This idea is what started this blog, so I decided to go back to the originals. Today our words are: Science, dog, and thunder.
Science- the first thing that comes to mind is, Big bang theory. I love the show about young scientist, trying to make it in this world, while having a lot of fun doing it. It’s truly a great show, and you should check it out!
Dog- my dog pissed me off. I was gone for an hour, to go get my keys from work, and when I got back home, he had a season of “Big Bang Theory.” I understand this is him, being a dog, but it annoys me, so much! I love my dog, but sometimes, I want to kill him!
Thunder- I love the sound of thunder, the bang in the middle of the sky. Though, I don’t know where it comes from, I love the smoothing sound, that puts me to sleep. I enjoy the stormy nights, and I hope we have alot of them, this summer!
That sums up another great episode of 3-words. I can’t wait to see what comes from this, one day. Until then, please give a big like. Tell me what words I should do next time!

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Back in the day, I never had a rough time writing. It was easy to write and to post, but lately, it has been hard.

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I feel like I don’t have anything new to say, I fear that this is going to end, but I haven’t done what I have wanted to. I haven’t written my novel, nor have I reached my blogging goals, so this can’t be it. This can’t be the end, I have so much potential, as a writer.

I am a wishful author. I never want to give up these dreams, and I am not trying to take a break, either. I don’t know what to do, though. I thought reading would help, and it has (to a point). I need motivation, again. I find, on my days off, I will only write one post, then I will go to sleep. I think it’s depression, lies that I am feeding myself, saying that I am nobody, and that I don’t have anything to say. I hope this is a hopeful uprising, and that I get back on the roll.

There is only so much time, in life. I can’t sit back, and waste it. No, that’s not me. I keep telling myself that I need to get up, but something inside is fighting me. The inner being is winning, he is taking me down. He feels my head with doubt, and it causes me to hate everything I write.

I look at my stats, and start to believe no one wants to read my material. I need to expand, but I keep telling myself that I’m wasting my time.

These are my thoughts, take them or leave them, I don’t care. If you aren’t there for me, then back off. I have other things to do.

I want to say thanks to my fans. I don’t want to disappoint you. I know you guys don’t want me to stop, but what if I do? I won’t accept that as an answer. I have to fight this, I have so much to say, I have to. I am young, my brain is always firing new ideas. I need to slow down and think about my ideas. This is my life, I’m the only one who can change my situation! Thanks for your support.

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Some of the most basic things never get talked about, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t important. I took a little time and wrote up a few questions, to answer for you guys. This weeks theme is “Then and now” focusing on the past and the present, so lets compare old Blake Vs New Blake, and see what has changed.

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Gregory Blake Jenkins!
Age: 17
Height: 5’10
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown/Blonde
Shoe size: 12

Favorite Color: Baby Blue
Favorite Book: Bible
Favorite Movie: To save a life.
Favorite Band: Tenth Avenue North
Favorite Holiday: Christmas
Favorite food: Tacos
Favorite Tv show: Kyle XY

What I want to study: Pastoral studies
Dream job: Youth pastor
Current job: McDonalds
Goal in life: To become a youth pastor.

Relationship status: Single
Girlfriends/wife name: Haha
Best memory in a relationship: None were made at this time. 

Random
What you do the most: Play guitar
What you would do if money weren’t a problem: Start a homeless shelter.
How you feel in life: Stressed over school.
Biggest fear:  Not finding a loved one

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Gregory Blake Jenkins!
Age: 22
Height: 5’11
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown/Blonde
Shoe size: 11

Favorite Color: Neon Green
Favorite Book: Walking dead comics.
Favorite Movie: To save a life
Favorite Band: NF
Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving
Favorite food: Pizza.
Favorite Tv show: Big Bang Theory.

What I want to study: Journalism
Dream job: Author
Current job: McDonalds
Goal in life: To become a published writer.

Relationship status: Married
Girlfriends/wife name: Ariel
Best memory in a relationship: Kissing in the rain for the first time, ever! 

Random
What you do the most: Work and Write
What you would do if money weren’t a problem: Go to college.
How you feel in life: Happy, but tired.
Biggest fear:  Going blind.

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How would I survive the apocalypse?
Eventually, one day, there will be zombie apocalypse. I have a hunch that it will involve drugs, but that’s only a hunch. Maybe, just maybe the zombie apocalypse will have nothing to do with drugs, and I am being a douche, but the signs are pointing towards drugs. There is a big group of people that want the cure for aids and Cancer. There is a group of people that want a pain-solving Mary Jane, and then there are the drugies that experiment. That mostly covers the whole world, some of left out, but a apocalypse only needs a handful of carriers to carry the infection. One infected person can contaminate up to three hundred people just in one day, think if a group or a town got infected, and had no idea! So drugs is the most reasonable answer, most likely a meth lab explodes and the infection becomes airborne. What would you do, though?
I watch the walking dead, I am writing my own zombie book, I have read the books, watched a handful of crappy movies; I think I am ready for this. I am ready to kill every last bastard that stands, and not even feel bad for it. I am scared of the dark, but we all have to have a fear. Anyways, I am ready. I will be the born leader that my dad made me. I will do anything and everything to keep my group safe. That is what separates me with the rest of “survivors,” I am a heartless jerk.
I stand here before you to say, I will beat this apocalypse because I am an ass. I don’t think  I would have a problem blowing off someone’s head, let us be very honest. I am like Rick, from the walking dead, I don’t care who you are, if it means I live, cya later ass wipe. Now, I do think I will have a bit more sanity than him, since my best friend didn’t bang my wife, leaving me fully uncertain if I am the father, or not. This gives me even more leverage over him. I am not a crazy nut, I am just a white-boy trying to survive, until the lazy ass government saves us.
The only problem I will have is, I like to be alone. This means that when other groups come along, you will see a new side of Blake. I don’t like to welcome in guest with open arms, no, I like to take their stuff and push them back out into the dark world. This will be a big downfall, since the apocalypse is more of a multiplayer game, and not as easy as fallout. Maybe, I can change before the end of the time, but most likely I will be camped out, with two people, waiting until they get annoying and I kill them. Then as I kill them, I forget that they reanimate, and limb by limb they rip me apart. Either way, I got this.
I will be some nearby town at the start of the apocalypse. I will be in the small town grocery store, probably fighting some women for the last gallon of chocolate milk, because that is what I am there for. I know there is more important things to get, but those things can make you smile, but chocolate milk can make you laugh! 

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