Crazy 'Bout Something

1. The Beginning

June 26, 2011

People are dying....a sickness broke out and they aren't able to contain them....people are eating other people, but those that are sick aren't even themselves anymore....I know I must run like everyone else, but I don't know how to fight this.

June 30, 2011

I haven't seen people in day's.....I've learned to stick to climbing the trees....I can always hope they will find a cure and this will end soon....

July 9, 2011

I've lost hope in finding anyone....I've lost hope in everything...I started counting the day's by cutting my skin....I don't need to waste paper to count.....

July unknown

I stopped cutting my skin....I noticed it attracted more of the sick when I did that....so I lost count...I don't know what day it is...but I do know I need to find water....I haven't drank anything in two days and I've started seeing things....I found out that if you stabbed a sick person in the head they would stay down...

Unknown...

I find it pointless writing in this...I'm only doing to keep myself sane, but that's not working. I found water, but it was bad from one of the sick laying it....I have to keep hope up for myself...If I don't- I only have myself...no one will care or notice I'm gone, but me. I don't know-

I was cut off from my writing when I heard groaning approaching me and I pulled out my knife and shoved my journal in my bag and hopped up and ran for my life. I heard more groans and ran towards an opening in the woods....

I stopped just as quickly as I reached it and stared down...there was a cast lake down there. I saw lights shining from a hill and my eyes widened.

"People?" I whispered to myself, but the sound of groaning made me focus at the task a hand instead of getting to excited.

I could tell if the lake was deep or shallow, but I would rather die trying to find out rather than die at the hands of the sick. I took steps back and let out a freight full scream when one of them grabbed me. I quickly turned and sunk my knife into their head making them drop to the ground. I kicked the other to the ground. They all swarmed me and I began kicking, stabbing, killing as many as I could in the head. I began backing up and sunk my knife into the last ones head but it got stuck.

The walker was dead and on his knees. So I pressed my foot on his shoulder and yanked my knife out of head. I didn't realize how close to the edge I was until I was falling. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. It was like everything was in slow motion.

I felt a splash of cold before the darkness consumed me. I could feel myself sinking lower and lower until I had hit the bottom I didn't know how that was possible, but had happened.

I couldn't move, I couldn't breath...it was like my body finally gave up and called quits....

..............

There was a bright light. So bright I flinched as it pried its way through my closed eyes. Fuck my sides are killing me. I tried to move away from it thinking if I moved over just a little bit more the shade of the tree would block the light.

I ended up falling quiet some distance down flat on my face and groaned. Ow....

"I think she's awake!" I heard a boy exclaim as I heard foot steps walk over to me. Despite how much my face hurt and how my my lungs were screaming in protest I slowly moved and looked up to see shadows of people. My first instinct was to kill as I urgently reached for my knife flinching against the some vehicle behind me behind me. What the fuck...where's my knife?...