Entry 1
So this isn't a diary or journal or anything like that. Call it anything but that. It's more so a way to keep myself sane. To keep the brain juices flowing. Or just a way to keep a record of what is going on right now. To try to make sense of all that has happened.
Also it's a way to keep me sane.
"Wait, I already wrote that." Amber whispered.
Obliviously this isn't going as planned. Amber sighed as she started to scribble over the last sentence she had written. She placed her handmade notepad on the table and got up to stretch. This was the second day of her stay at the abandoned hospital and already she was regretting her choice of shelter. There was very little supplies here and with the amount of walkers outside, she feared that she would have to move on soon.
The only thing that was stopping her was the fact that there was another person here. Another living, breathing human. This was the first person that she had encountered since she had to leave the dorms. The bad part was that he was in a coma and she wasn't sure when or if he was coming out of it. Just thinking of leaving made the pains of guilt set in. Amber knew she couldn't leave this guy here for those… things to find. He'd be like a tv dinner for them.
His name was Rick. He still had his hospital ID bracelet on. He looked to be in his early thirties. Other than those few things, she really had no clue on anything about him. Either someone really loved him or really hated him to leave him here like this, she thought.
I really don't know or understand what is going on right now. You could call it the end of days or a virus or an apocalypse. I just call it hell.
People are out there killing each other. People are out there eating each other. If you can even call them people anymore.
I saw a dead man come back after getting shot five times in the chest. I've seen a man walking around with his intestines falling out of his stomach. I've seen a group of them… eating a little girl. She was screaming as they tore her body into pieces. I wanted to help, to scream out, to ease her pain… but I couldn't. I was scared shitless and just watched it happen. I had to hold back my vomit and tears because I didn't want to be the next course.
I don't know how or why this is happening. I just know that I need to survive. Before all this I was just a silly little college student with hopes and dreams of becoming a nurse in order to help people and make the world a better place. But from the looks of it, I'm a little bit late. Too bad fate has a way of fucking up your plans.
Amber stopped writing when she heard the muffled moans coming from outside of the barricaded doors. She mumbled a little prayer and then went into Rick's room and locked the door behind her.