Day 311:

I'm back again. This time I'm alone. Keith died last week in the abandoned liquor store just a few miles from here. We were overrun. We knew we would be just by the looks of the place. We just wanted to fool ourselves into thinking that there was a place that could be safe. All the doors were busted in and the place picked clean. There were stairs leading to a small room on another floor. We stayed clear of the upstairs. Didn't search it at all but the door seemed to be sealed closed so we didn't worry about it. The windows we nailed shut and we thought we'd be safe. So we barricaded the doors and took shifts on lookout. Keith must've fell asleep cause they crept in on us. They came from the only place we didn't check. I don't know how long they were up there, but damn they were hungry. A Biter caught on to his leg and took some of him right in front of me. Then four were on him and he screamed for me to help him. But I couldn't kid myself anymore. He was already gone. The only thing I could do was raise my gun and aim it in between his eyes and pull the-

A noise outside brought me back into reality. I silently wiped at my tear stained checks and waited until I heard the noise again. Laying my book on the ground I stood up; grabbing my pistol off of the floor, and walking towards the only door in the small cabin. I open it slowly and peek my head through the opening which allowed streams of sunlight to kiss my tan cheeks. Looking up into the overcast sky, I see the sun for a few seconds, squinting my eyes in moment and watch it as it takes refuge behind the gray-white clouds.

I look back towards the wooded area behind me as the shrubbery begins to shake. Holding the gun steadily in my hands, I creep towards it making not a sound. The shaking stops, and I start to feel the anxiety building up in my veins as it so often does. My foot moves over the bush to push it aside and a small rabbit hops out standing on top of one of my boots.

"Dammit bunny. You made me nervous for a minute." I sigh a breath of relief as I look at its small stature and cock my head to the side. Pulling the knife out of my waistband, I make quick work of killing it and I pick it up to more closely examine it. I smirk in admiration of myself and walk back into the cabin. My knife quickly cuts into the rabbit, skinning the fluffy white fur and staining it red in the process.

The sun comes out again as I sit by a small fire, roasting the carcass on a stick. Even the crackling of the skin makes my mouth water and I brush black tresses out of my face before taking the rabbit out of the fire. I lick my dry lips before bringing the charred meat to my mouth. The only thing that stops me is a light humming sound in the distance. I turn towards the cabin, checking for any unwelcome visitors, but I find nothing. Closing my eyes, the humming overtakes my senses. It's something strange. Like it has a vague familiarity to it. The vibration from the noise become louder, more intense. I can only assume it's getting closer. My eyes open as I run into the cabin and grab anything that's worth grabbing. My jacket and other shirt. The few can goods I found. My book. Exiting the cabin, I put all these things along with the rabbit wrapped in a cloth in the backpack I found and I close my eyes again. The sound drives me crazy. It's like I know what it is, I just can't put my finger on it. I open my eyes as it suddenly come to me. A car. Several of them.

I abruptly break of in a sprint towards the humming of the cars' engines only fueled by the hope that they'll take me in. I continue to run as if my life depends on it. In a way it actually does.

"Sephora stop." A voice says as a stop in tracks, nearly falling to the ground.

"K-Keith?" My eyes widens as I take the gun out of the holster on my thigh, pointing it out in the deserted vastness of the forest.

"Sephora don't be stupid. You're going out on a whim here. No need you dying either. You should go back to that room of yours. It was small. Comfy." The voice replies, seeming as if it was echoing off the still trees.

"Keith…" I say hesitantly whilst looking all about. "I thought you were-"

"Dead?" He interrupts, "Yeah I am, but I'm only part of your subconscious. That's what you get for having a twin." I lower my gun, putting it back into the holster. I lose my composer as I fall to my knees, my hands in my face and tears burning as they fall from my eyes. 'Don't do this. D-don't do this to me. Pull it together!' I hear myself chanting softly. Not to anyone in particular. Only to myself. Because even with him in my head, I felt alone. And without me even realizing it I was sobbing loudly.

"Baby sis, you need to calm down before to bring unwanted attention. I'm telling you, go back to the cabin. This idea you make up in your mind won't work. You know it won't work." Keith said, his voice seeming so close, I feel as though I could touch it. I know he's right. Out of everything I've been through; all the pain and loss I've endured, company was probably the last thing I needed. But as the roar of the engines become unbearably painful to hear; I get on my feet and start running again, both the weight of my backpack and my brother hangs on my shoulders. My feet stops as soon as it hits pavement and I look down, noticing that I was no longer on the grass that stretched on for miles.

I gaze up seeing the sun retreating behind the clouds again, the overcast sky hiding the sun's brilliant rays from reaching the ground. The atmosphere seemed so heavy now. Like all my problems were piling up on my lungs, prohibiting me from breathing. It hurt so much but it felt normal, almost like this was how it was supposed to be. And just when I started to get used to it, in the distance I saw there were three or four cars. Coming straight at me. And just like that, the atmosphere became even harder to bare. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. To whom? I didn't know. Anyone who cared enough to listen I guess. When the cars came closer I saw something in front of them, something with an engine that was louder than all the cars combined. Then they all slowed to a stop in front of me. I didn't know if they would be friendly or not. Or if they'd be who they would soon say they are.

But all I know is, the guy on the motorcycle with the angel winged vest did not look like an angel…