The Diary

Dear Diary,

My birthday was two days ago. Yeah we made it but its a hollow victory. Ashlie and I have made it to what should have been a celebration of another day of life, however it was a day of mourning and regret. Jack put us before his life and now I lay here thinking of what I could've done to make sure we could've all made it out alive. I remeber running as his screams filled the empty air of the streets.

I didn't stop running because I knew that I would try and go back. I wished I would've gon back to see if he was still alive. Im going to lye down and try to get sleep.

Dear Diary,

I've come to the conclusion that we are never going to be rescued and im sure even if we did it wouldn't be much differnt than now. I went fishing today and caught five fish. Ashlie built the fire and watching her I've noticed that the ligt that used to glow in her eyes is slowly dying out like an injured firefly.

Sometimes she will sit outside of wherever we built camp and just stare at the sky. It kills me to see her that way. Once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of a single tear streaming down her face.

Dear Diary,

We found a building today that is filled with candles. Every candle has a differnt smell that brings back a memory from my past. Ashlie had a smile on her face as she lit seven differnt sents. She couldve lit the whole building for all I care as long as that smile stayed there.

I have no clue where we are but judging from all the traveling i doubt we are in anywhere close to Texas. Its been months since our adventure started, and sometimes I get the feeling of giving up like living in this damned place isn't worth waking up everyday, and then I look at her and it has a purpose again. Well heres to another night.

Dear Diary,

It was horrible. The smell of death and decay was everywhere, stacks of the dead and decapitated limbs seem to go on for miles. It was like a scene from a horror film, but it was real. Some of the bodies looked like they had been eatin. Wild dogs mabe?

I don't know. I get this errie feeling like something from a game is going to pop out of nowhere and kill us. You know one of those geneticly altered creatures from Residant Evil or Silent Hill.

The thought does'nt seem possible but givin the events that have taken place who knows. I mean everyone thought zombies were science fiction and look where we are now. This hell is killing the only thing that is keeping me going. I wonder if we will ever be normal once this is over..if this is ever over.

Dear Diary,

Theres no more evac centers, no other human being that I know of, nothing. Dark and empty places are all we see now and it scares me the im getting used to it.

We decided not to move around anymore and we settled on a small house near the woods and a river. I made little roads that marked the paths that mark where the best places to get wood and food were.

Jack. I wonder if he was eatin or turned. Part of my denial thinks he managed to get away somehow, mabe he fought them off.

Mabe hes somewhere following our trail. His screams echo in my head and reality sets in and I relize my friend is still dead no matter how many times i try and replay it in my head. I need sleep I feel like im going insaine but my dreams wake me up.

I had a dream once that Ashlie got bit and ther was othing I could do. So i ran. In my dream I keep running and running into this deep dark abyss and I hear water rippling in the back of my head like in in the ocean but in running into nothing and memories of her flash in the darkness. I woke up in tears that night and made sure she was still there.

Mabe tonight will be differnt. Good night.