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I've been sitting here staring at this book for what seems like hours, maybe it's actually been hours. I don't know exactly what to say, mostly 'cause I aint ever used a journal for what it was suppose to be used for. Well at least what most people use it for. See I useta be a writer, you know published books and everything so instead of putting my personal thoughts into the numerous journals I bought, I always used it to write down my ideas for the stories that I was currently workin' on for my editor or random things that appealed or inspired me. But now with the world goin' to complete shit, I guess I should at least be doin' this right…just in case I die or something. God I hope I don't you know, get eatin'. Kinda hopin' that it's just the dyin from something like hunger or old age…hopefully old age and by that point some geek's found a cure or a vaccine maybe? Well if I'm gonna do this right then the first thing you gotta know about me is that my name's Barbara Anne Young and I'm twenty-eight years old, I'm from a small mountain town up in the northern part of Georgia but I left it to go to college to become a writer. I have dark brown eyes my hair is thick and the color of a starless night, sorry the writer in me kinda came out, my hair's thick and black, it falls to the middle of my back and I often times I like to keep it in two braids tying the two together at the ends. Another thing you gotta know about me is that I've got a younger brother his name is Jonathon James Young and he's seventeen years old, not even out of high school and he's gotta deal with his friends and family tryin' to eat him…I'm tryin' my damnedest to keep him alive.
See we were saved by my friend Lani Lawson. She's yer average back woods country girl, built like a damn ox with all the work she's gotta do on her farm but the thing is the muscle she's got makes her look big and she isn't it's all pure muscle. She's got golden hair that in the right like actually sparkles I often found myself on her pourch watching her work and writing in my journal exactly what I see or modeling a character or two after her. Ah, I'm goin' ever which way with this damn thing sorry. Anyway it started with her asking me too come home, to Georgia, for a bit just to catch up with her and two of our other friends that I hadn't seen since high school, Elaina Wattson and Andrew Knox. At hearing that my brother was also goin' to be there I book the first set of tickets I could back home and in matter of hours I was tackled by my baby brother who I hadn't seen in a least a year. He's grown so much surpassing my 5'4" by a good foot or so and his sandy blond hair was starting to look shagy and falling in his face, and his amber eyes were smiling with warmth and excitement he was really starting to look like our father. The first week went by and we were havin' the best time, especially Johnny, mostly cause I let him get shit faced with us when the work was done for the day. But then the news reports started, people were eatin' each other and the dead weren't stayin' dead, I have to say now that it was a damned good thing that Elaina, Andrew, and I were gamers and slightly paranoid. Once the reports started we started to fortify the farm rasin' fences and puttin' barbed wire were we could. Right now it seems to be wrokin' we're all pretty well equipped and a lot of us are fairly well trained in huntin', shootin', and well farmin'…
"Sister?" Barbara's head shot up from her journal at the sound of her brother's soft voice of Johnny when she looked up she noted that in the candle light her brother looks so young, too young for all this shit to be happening to him. His amber eyes look on her with anxious worry Barbara shook her head sometimes he such a kid she thought smiling and patting the bed next to her. They were seventeen and twenty-eight and still they would share the same bed, now more then ever. Once he crawled into the bed and rested his head in her lap his arms circling around her waist and holding her tightly, she started to stroke his hair hoping that it'd calm him down somehow.
"What's wrong, little brother?" she knew the answer before he even opened his mouth,
"I'm worried about Ma and Pa" he mumbled Barbara's smile dropped a little but her hand never stopped she didn't want him to see her fears and doubts she had to stay strong for him.
"You know Daddy's gonna protect her and Gram, 'member Daddy's retired military and Ma, well she's a survivor. We just gotta get to 'em" she said he nodded then a light chuckled filled the room making her raise an eyebrow it felt like it'd been forever since she'd last her anything remotely like a laugh from Johnny. "What?"
"I was just remembering that time that you snuck out and Ma comes runnin' into our room lookin' for you 'cause you were an idiot and dropped right in front of her bedroom window." Barbara couldn't stop the laugh from escaping and continued the story.
"Yeah but, what you didn't know was that she let me think I got away with it by waitin' for me in the livin' room with the lights and T.V. off. When I came back in through the back slidin' door she jumped up screaming at the top of her lung, scarin' the shit outta me." she imitated her mother's voice the best she could, "'Barbara Anne Young where the fuck have you been!' and threw a the damn remote at me," he brother busted up laughing Barbara smacked her brother lightly chuckling herself. "Shut up, you, it really hurt damn thing hit me scare in the middle of my forehead" this only made her brother laugh even harder she playfully shoved her brother away before getting up and stretching she picked up her journal closing it and smiling at her brother who was already half asleep.
"Get some sleep, Johnny, I'm gonna go pick up the watch." She said before leaving the room she blew out the candle and closed the door behind her sighing heavily in the hall. When she turned she ran into someone and gasped. She looked up and seeing Andrew there she glared at him whacking him in the chest,
"God damn, don't go doin' that" she hissed and he laughed smiling that big warm smile of his. Andrew was her school's best programmer, even got hired on as a TA right out of high school, but he wasn't like your normal techy, well the stereo type anyway, he was one of those gym rat type of guys but his mind was the sharpest Barbara had ever come across, it's probably what had attracted her to him in the first place. It also helped that he had the biggest baby blues she'd ever seen and she was a sucker for a man with a nice bottom and pretty blue eyes. He leaned down, him being a good foot taller than Barbara herself everyone's always taller then me she thought with a little bitterness, and kissed her lightly on the forehead,
"How's he doing, fireball?" he asked using the nickname he only used if they were by themselves she gave a tired smile,
"He's worried about our parents, you know the usual" Andrew pulled his friend into a hug, one she returned, and rested his cheek on the top of her head knowing that she more than any of them needed it. She liked to keep thing bottled up,
"I met your parents, they're doin' just fine." He said reassuringly which made Barbara hug him tighter and nodded before letting him go,
"I gotta go, patrol and all" he smiled before kissing her again and letting her head back to what she was doing.