The 365th day since the outbreak of the zombie virus.

It has been a year since the zombie outbreak, and since those people died last time, I haven't seen anyone else.

Every day, besides sleeping and eating, all I do is watch the downloaded TV series on my phone.

Living this boring life, sometimes I even doubt if I'm really alive.

Or rather, does living really have any meaning?

The loneliness, endless loneliness, is really worse than death.

To put it plainly, this solitary and unsocial life makes me feel that death is better than being alive.

I've even planned that if I still don't see any living person after three months, I'll just use the previous group's pistol to commit suicide.

If I use a gun, a shot to the head, I shouldn't be too fearful when I die.