Survival of the damed

Survival is a b***h

This is just one of many stories of survival I'm sorry to say I'd love to say other wise but I've tried. It started I was in fact sick try as I may not but I was literally deep dog super sick I wanted to die . My 3yro let's call him A got over s did husband B. We tried indefinitely t get well my dad succumbed my father in law as well , it was a rough winter . Neighbors slammed doors acted like we were the plague but yet we over came ! We caught hordes for the great er good we taught the imposing minimum but still they treated us as the plague! We tried during the min seasons as were your friend but yet still we were rejected. We just wanted alies and treated s your the plague we had a kid. How wrong were we??

In the beginning we tried the hey were your allies we want the same , we left candie's on the door step. We tried please listen , mostly tho b we just want friendship, yet we were left with none . After the initial onset of holy f**k your undead we just wanted peace in numbers . Sadly those left with children were nope not chance ! Figure it out ! My son and oldest daughter and even my step son mean the mot I literally love all 4 4th meaning my grand child I just wanted a way into the community. Even if it was a bs way, we never had many friends to begin with to say the least , our main goal was always all our kids and grandchild. The neighbors treated us like s**t we just wanted anyplace to call our own and at least try. When the last paser we felt truly alone after the fact . We tried as many would do we tried! If in life it was fight or flight we wanted something . We tried to keep our street safe if not for us but for our son as their was many small children here.