Found Diary.

Todd signing in,
On todays search thru a neighborhood in San Fransisco I found a torn piece of paper, a note of sorts, written by a young boy probably 15-17 years of age. I have no idea what compelled me to read the torn and blood riddeled stack of paper, maybe an act of god giving me a warning; but I did. I am only relaying the contents of it for the sole reason of my reaction towards it. I will follow this journal with one tail ending my previous journal entries. I apologize but i feel this story need be shared.

Journal finding #1
(it gets hard to read for there is blood smears and what looks like footprints, undoubtably from a zed. I did my best to fill in where it is blurred and i will put (___) where i did fill in and just a ____where it is undecipherable.))
Date on note smeared in blood.
Written by one Sammy L.
written verbatum and reads as follows;

Dear Jess

I dont know whats going on anymore. My dad has left to fight the undead, as has my brother. They are both in the national guard now and i'm scared i wont see them ever again. I'm glad they are fighting to stop this but what if they get bitten? What if they never come back? What if they come back and bite me, i wouldn't know they were bitten until they were doing it to me! My mom says it wont happen and that when i turn 18 i could meet up with them on the fields and fight too. But i knew she was lying, she tried to hide her tears but i saw them.
I really hope that this all passes, that the army and government will stop this Campion virus like the posters and videos say but i feel they are hidding something from us. I mean look around, like they are stripping priviledges from us. No going out after 9, no driving anymore to conserve gas, no more public events which means no school dances or anything! And the weekly checks for the virus in school is getting stupid.
My mom wants to take and leave here, she has family up in Oregon away from big cities and she feels it would be safer. And with the new convoys they have set up to move us out of the city to other family we could easily do it. The next one leaves in a week traveling up thru to Alaska. I dont want to leave, i dont care if the undead are right here. I wont leave you. I want to know your safe, to know you are still...well alive. I love you Jess and i would die if anything happened to you.
I want this all to end! i hate it and i how could god let this happen? I mean isnt he supposed to protect us from harm and not put us into it? I heard a lady yesterday at the store and she was yelling that god did this to weed out the sinners and that the good men, god loving (men will des)troy them. That god put the power to rid the evil from the earth. She was saying the bad pe(ople are the o)nes getting bit. That the good are masked by god and cant be seen or smelled by the zombies. W(hat if sh)e is ri(ght?)
I feel i have been a good person, even if i dont follow a religion li(ke you). I dont want to be undead, what if i turn into one of them and my dad or brother have to shoot m(e... what if i b)it you? or (my) mom.
I wonder if they close do(wn the school) soon, then i will not be ab(le to see yo)u. ______I couldnt handle that. I wish you could just (come with me) to Oregon and live with m(e ______). My aunts house up there is huge. Maybe i could (talk) her in(to let)ting _______________________________________________. I wish that could happen babe but i have a feeling this will be the last note to you. ____________________
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(From here the page in undecipherable and i didnt want to fill a large blank. the page under this one is just as coated with dried blood as the bottom, i will finish this journal with the last few lines on the back of the page.)


Jess, i love you and hope that one day we will meet again. Hopefully in this world. But if not i will pray and do good so i can go to heaven with you. I will find you when this is over. Unless i or you is dead. Then in that case i will just (wait for) you.
I really hope that (we can be tog)ether one day soon, but as mom said, dont hold on to tightly. I love you jess and i hope this letter didnt (hurt you) like it did to me writting it. (i wont say) goodbye because i dont want to, i want to hold onto you (forever, and will) until we are old and wrinkly. but until we can grow old together i will (hold onto my thoughts of you) and dream of you every night. Please get out of San fran and get (somewhere you can/will be saf)e from the zombies.

Forever ________________________
Sam_______________
p.s.________________________________________________________
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please pray for me and those are out there.





The note from Sam made me realize where and who i was several months ago. But my girl was dead. And i wish that i could tell sam that everyone. Good or bad could be bitten. That my friends had been bitten and that no where was safe. That he had to fight back, 18 or not. I want to see him and make sure he is ok.

But such thoughts are useless. He is more than likely dead by now.


Todd signing off.