chatgpt journal story ideas

[Rick Grimes]

i came up with the story i just had the bot add some things and I wanted to see what people thought about it im excited to start dans journey


My name is Dan Walker, and this is my story.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe to remind myself that I exist. Maybe so if someone finds this when I’m gone, they’ll know I was here. That I mattered.

There’s about twenty of us in this camp, deep in the woods. The trees keep us hidden, keep the dead from wandering too close. I mostly stay behind, fixing what breaks, keeping things running. I tell myself it’s because I’m useful here, but the truth is, I’m not ready to go beyond the perimeter. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

I used to have a life. A family. Friends. People who knew me, who cared about me. Now they’re just shadows in my head, faces I see when I close my eyes. I was in Louisville when it all fell apart. The military held the city for about a week before they vanished. No more soldiers, no more order. Just silence. Then the screaming started. Then the dead took everything.

I barely got out. Drove past burning buildings, past people banging on windows, begging for help. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. If I had, I’d be one of them now.

I found a group at a gas station. Strangers, but I didn’t care. Being alone was worse. We stuck together, moving from place to place, always running, never safe. Thought we had found a good spot once, a place to rest. We were wrong.

It wasn’t the dead that destroyed us. It was hunger. Desperation. Fear. Someone stole food, someone else got blamed. Knives came out. Blood spilled. That was the night I realized the dead weren’t the only monsters in this world.

I left before sunrise. Didn’t even say goodbye. Just walked into the dark, because I knew if I stayed, I’d die.

Now I’m in Muldraugh. My parents used to live here. They’ve been dead a long time, long before this nightmare began. In a way, I guess that was a mercy. They never had to see the world rot.

I found a corpse with a good coat and a decent backpack. Took them both. Didn’t think twice. That’s what it takes to survive. You stop seeing them as people. They’re just obstacles. Just things.

I don’t know how long I’ll last. The dead still scare me, but I can handle them. People, though? People are unpredictable. People are dangerous.

Maybe that’s why I always feel alone. Even when I’m not.

[Wake_Rose]

I like this, may i make a suggestion however? I like the idea of the charactor going insane, a light crack in the eggshell of their sanity. Knives being drawn and coloring the room with the scarlet blood of someone they somewhat like, their thoughts being put out of order with seeing a woman go rabid and kill a neighbor who she was friends with over corned beef.

even now with their new coat they feel... Cold... They don't know what to think of others, will they turn on him over some rags on his back? or will they want his water?

eh i like people with a trust problem

[I don't believe you.]

Please use Ai for all of your writing from now on. That way you’ll have actual sentences in your posts.

[jaelee1111]

My plot is this:

A handful of survivors find their situation worsening day by day. Eventually, they come to a grim realization: it is them who are the weak and who are the prey, the ones on the brink of natural selection. Zombies can eat humans, but humans cannot eat zombies, just like lions can eat dear, but dear cannot eat lions. So, they make a radical decision: to become zombies, to become the strong and to become the predator. It’s just like how Neo chose to become Smith in The Matrix Revolutions.

As a result, on this planet and in this universe there is no single survivor. No survivors left mean zombies become the new normal humans, and the apocalypse ceases to exist. The world returns to normal, and peace is restored. In the end, the world realizes that the true cancer was the survivors all along.

[Scorch215]

Sort of doing this. keeping a journal on a GBT chat were i tell it who my character is and waht i do each day.

When i die i have it compile it all into a timeline sort of like a story from day 1 to how i died.

its pretty fun honestly.

[kingmagma111]

Originally posted by I don't believe you.:

Please use Ai for all of your writing from now on. That way you’ll have actual sentences in your posts.

Dude, I looked at his previous posts and while they aren't Homeric levels of poetry, they really aren't that bad.

[Rick Grimes]

Originally posted by kingmagma111:

Originally posted by I don't believe you.:

Please use Ai for all of your writing from now on. That way you’ll have actual sentences in your posts.

Dude, I looked at his previous posts and while they aren't Homeric levels of poetry, they really aren't that bad.

thanks, i don't why i should be criticized because of my grammar

[Beltneck]

Better eat your veggies. Because your future doctor is cheating on an online exam right now with AI.