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Name: Susan Dixon, that's my name, and thanks, I know it's awful.
Birthday: I think it was on November 3rd I can't recall it right now, with all this stuff going on… well, I… I think I just forgot it
Date: Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not taking count of what day it is. I'm just trying to keep those stupid things far away from my body.
Location: I'm in a city… it's kind of my city now… I mean… all the people who lived here is dead, I just… I think I'm taking care of this place right now.
Blood type: A positive… I don't think it really matters.
Most beloved thing: When I was like 6 or 5 year old my dad gave me my bow and my first couple of arrows, they were plastic but I still keep them.
Day 1:
Okay, I'm not starting with that 'Dear diary' stuff.
I found you today, you…my diary. I was checking the bookstore… looking for some Stephen King's books and suddenly you appeared. I thought it was a stupid idea at first... you know, writing about my day with these brainless all around the place, but I assumed it would be nice to keep some of my humanity with me.
I suppose I have to explain you what's going on and what I mean with 'brainless ', haven't I?
I'll try to be as soft as I can… the humanity and probably the whole planet are reaching their end.
I still don't know how this started… I just remember the panic, the people shouting and shooting each other on the streets… shooting people who weren't even infected. My mom didn't want to leave home. She said we could manage to survive ourselves and I believed her, she was the only thing I had in the world. I had no friends. Kids in school called me 'freak'. I always was the one alone at the corner in parties, school breaks. The one 'most likely to be a murderer' because I practiced shooting with bow and arrow. The one whose yearbooks weren't signed by anyone.
Mom wasn't really concerned; she just kept painting sunsets and rainbows surrounded by happy peaceful people. I was scared but feeling safe near my mom.
I noticed how fucked we were the day dad stopped calling me back. I told her we had to leave that place and go find dad and uncle Merle, make sure they were okay. That was the first and last day mom slapped me.
'You're not being rational, sweetie. Your dad is probably dead and he deserves it' she said. The thing that made me mad was her calm; I wanted her to feel something, to see what was going on outside our apartment: the killings, the blood, the fact that the half part of someone was eating our neighbor Steve.
'Mom… can't you see what's happening? We have to get out of here! If it's not for dad, do it for me, we're going to die soon' my eyes were full of tears. I wasn't sad, I just felt tired of everything.
But of course, she didn't listen to me, just observed a photo album and said 'Remember that time we went to the great canon?'
Every day I looked at the streets from my window, stared for hours at my dead neighbors and a couple of relatives. They walked like they were lost looking very pale, like they were really sick and had some parts missing. Donna, the woman who lived right across the street had no right arm and she didn't seem to notice.
In the nights, I heard grunts and screams, I couldn't sleep, but mom didn't worry about anything; she slept all night long and I gazed her, wondering how to make her understand what we were going through.
Okay, Diary, I feel sleepy.
If I wake up alive tomorrow I will continue the story.
Love.
Susan Jeanette Dixon.
Rick Grimes stared at that little dirty book for a while.
Was that possible? Could that girl be Daryl's daughter?
Wondering what to do, Shane touched his shoulder.
'Man, we better get moving, the sun will go down in at least half an hour' he looked at the diary in his best friend's hands, but didn't ask '…come on'
Rick inspected the little village for a second, wondering where could that teenager be.
'Okay, people… let's go' Rick looked around 'Daryl?'
A tall man with a crossbow turned around.
He was handsome, with strong long arms covered with mud and dirt.
'What?'
Rick hesitated, but gave the little plastic arrow he found near the diary to Daryl.
'Do you recognize this?'
And for the first time, Rick saw fear in Daryl's eyes.