Dear Diary. . .

The falling water from the sky made a soft noise as it hit the ground, joining the millions of other falling water droplets as they hit the asphalt. One blonde hair girl was lulled to sleep by the sounds out of her window. That and the moaning, groaning, whining and whimpering. How she managed to sleep through this, Rain wouldn’t know. Rain herself was sitting on the roof, no jacket or anything. She was already soaking wet so what did it matter? The stinging sensation of the cold had already left her body, making her feel very numb. Her dripping purple hair stuck to her face while the rest of the locks were kept back into the tight bun. Pushing the wet locks from her face, Rain felt that spot suddenly get very, very cold. She simply sighed. Rain looked like something out of a horror movie, sitting in the rain, unmoving, soaking wet, holding a pure white Rukia Kuchiki replica katana. Rain was no sharp shooter – that was Karman’s job. Rain was the kamikaze out of the bunch – she was the close fighter. Don’t put it against Rain to jump off that roof, land in the over grown grass and start killing the quickly growing number of zombies without a second thought. All of the girls that Rain was with – Karman, Cassandara, and Rhea- hoped that they’d get out of this cursed apartment complex before something like this happened… no such luck. They were trapped there.

The blue/green eyes of Rain looked down as she let her mind wonder. She told Dayton to get ready… and he did. He was cooped up in the south, Rain didn’t know where. Yet. She sighed, paying attention. Rain didn’t have the option of going back inside, no not yet. She was on first shift. The girls split the days into three parts, each taking a separate part at a separate time. All of them knew that Rhea and Rain – deprived of sleep and caffeine – would be total bitches and not take crap from nothing. That’s why they were always the night people. Rain and Rhea worked the same way: they couldn’t sleep in the day, they could only sleep in the darkness and they thrived in the dark so they were slowly turning nocturnal. Currently – the poor teenager was running off of two hours of sleep and it was…. Rain checked her watch.
“3:15 in the damn morning. God, I wish these things slept.” she grumbled to herself, leaning back and letting the freezing water hit her face. She should have had hypothermia but she didn’t. Yet. If she didn’t have a cup of coffee soon – she would be. It was currently… 35 degrees Rain guessed and raining. And Rain had her hair up, was in jeans, shoes, and a tank top. That was about it. Rain was beginning to grow bitchy, hateful, frustrated, cold, stuffy and angry. She was ready to pull out Karman’s sniper rifle and shoot randomly and all over. But she couldn’t. They had experienced what happened. The dang things looked right at Karman. Before Karman could even say ‘shit’, they were running up the steps and toward the apartment they were in. Karman held them back as long as possible from the roof; Rain had struggled to keep the door closed while Rhea had to get the heaviest bookshelf off the wall and onto the door. Hell broke loose. They had a good ten zombies come into the house before they sealed it only because the bookshelf was too heavy for one person to move. Rain had to let go of the door. No one had seen the girls so scared and hyped up on adrenaline.

Rain sighed, keeping those particular memories back. That moment had scarred her for life. Throwing the zombies out the window, throwing gas on the bodies and setting them on fire. Not the wisest thing to do - maybe, but hey – it worked. The zombies were more attracted to the bodies than the girls. That, Rain bet, saved their lives.
“Rain,” With that voice, Rain’s shift ended, the rain let up and the sun began to rise.