5/19
Dear Jodi,

I hate that you're making me write this. I have better things to be doing that writing in this ridiculous notebook. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and Ian is annoying the hell out of me. I might stab him with this pen. And it would be all your fault.

It's freezing in this cave. If you can actually call it a cave. It's more like a rocky overhang. I wish I could build a fire but that's like putting up a flashing neon sign saying "Please, come kill me." Pisses me off more than anything else.

And Ian is sitting next to me, sighing loudly every few seconds letting me know he doesn't approve of my use of the flashlight. I made sure to check that you can't see it the way I'm sitting, but he's been a Nervous Nelly these past few days. I plan to throw it at his head when I'm finished using it.

Is this really what you want to know? You really want to hear about my homicidal tendencies?

I don't know what you want to hear.

I can feel the look you're sending me right now. I know, I know. I promised I'd do this. So I will. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

So, you want to know everything that I'm doing? Fine, you asked for it.

Today, Ian and I went around from house to house, stealing some food and supplies. It felt wrong because we know some of the people are still human, haven't been attacked yet, but there's no way to tell unless you get close enough to see their eyes. And there's no way in hell we're doing that.

The house we were in today was a nice house. It reminded me of the house I grew up in. There were toys thrown all around the living room floor and the kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes.

It looked like a real family lived there and it wasn't hard to imagine that this could have been our house. As soon as I thought of that I had to leave as soon as possible. It hurts just to think about.

If life was normal, we would be married already. I try not to think about it too much because the pain is too much. I know we said we wouldn't talk about it, but I'm writing, not talking. That changes the rules. I'm going to say my piece and you're going to read this and not complain about it.

I wish you would have come with me. I know your family needed you, but I need you to. And even though it's not legal, you are my wife. I could never love someone as much as I love you. I know you think declarations like that are corny, but it's the god's honest truth. I wish you would have come with me because then I'd know you were safe. We may not be able to live in our little suburban house and have an army of children, but at least we'd be together. Because I'm better when I'm with you. I make better decisions, I get along with Ian better, I just feel better. And it's all because of you.

I'm terrified that I'll never see you again and I'll never feel that feeling. That feeling of complete safety and harmony.

Stop laughing. Yes, I used the word harmony.

Okay, Ian's really turning into a pissy little bitch now so I'd better stop writing.

I love you, I miss you, and I can't wait until I see you again.

Kyle

P.S. One more thing. You said you wanted to know everything:

I took a dump today at 3:55. I'll inform you of all future bowel movements if case you want to keep track of my intestinal health.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Right now I have a basic outline and a few short letters written. There's no serious plot, it's just Kyle's feelings for Jodi. I doubt I'll update it more often than once a week but you never know.