I look around frantically in the woods. My heart thumps and I feel like its going to explode from my chest. The scream keeps echoing and getting louder but I can't find the source. The scream gets so loud. I can feel it almost right next to me. The scream feels like it right up against my ear. I pull my gun, nothing is there. The screams start coming from all directions. I drop my gun and plug my ears. The screams don't soften but they feel closer. I fall on my knees to the ground. I began to yell, hoping my voice will drowned out the noise. It's then I realize the voices are in my head. I close my eyes hoping for it to stop then open them up again. I feel a soft mattress below me and warm sheets. I quickly rise up from the bed. I had to make sure it was real. I quickly got up and into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'm drenched in salty sweat with nags under my blue eyes. It's the middle of the night, but that doesn't stop me from taking a cool shower.

The cold water awakens my skin. I touch my hands to my face. I feel like I needed to make sure I was here. I lean up against the shower wall. How did I get here? How did this happen? Why? The thought rush through my brain.

I turn off the water and cover myself with a towel. I run back to my room and changed into clothes. I look over to my bedside table. A gun laid on the table abandon. I picked it up. It was the same one Rick gave me earlier. I put it down and rush my hand through my hair. I threw my hand down when it felt a tender bump. What happened to me?

A gentle knock tapped on my door. It opened and Maggie stood there with a frown on her face.

"Hey," she walks in.

"Hi," I say quietly.

"Feelin better?" Her face looked a bit worried.

"Yeah, what happenend?" I touch my head again. I whinced when I touched it.

"Enid found you passed out by a curve You must have tripped over it. Maybe you weren't ready..."

"I was, I just tripped." I bit my lip. I must have fell off the fence again and got knocked out. Enid must have covered for me.

"Alright, maybe you should only be out for awhile then comeback in to rest."

I nod her off and she leaves.

Later in the day I walk down the road. I can only be out for 15 minutes then take a 30 minute break, Maggie's rules. I kick a rock around. Someone punches me in the arm.

"Hey," I clinch my fist to fight back but it's just Enid. Carl stood next to her looking inpatient.

"That's for being stupid and making me lie for you," she says.

"Thanks," I say rubbing my arm.

"Come on," Carl says tapping his foot. I'm not sure if he quite forgave me forr leaving yet.

"Wait for one second," she rolls her eyes at him then back to me. "Wanna hang with us for awhile?"

"I would but Maggie is only letting me out for 15 minutes."

"Oh," she says a little surprised. "That sucks."

"Yeah," I sigh out.

"See you later then," she waves to me. Carl doesn't even glance back. I thought he forgot about this.

I head back to the house and sit on the couch for awhile. Maggie isn't home, but the neighbors are watching me to make sure I take my breaks. With not much to do, I fumble around a bookshelf to see if there is anything I would want to read. I wasn't much of a reader. I couldn't stay focused long enough to finish a book. I look through drawers in all the room, looking for something to do. I open up a small drawer in the room I was staying in and found a small moleskin journal. I flip through the full pages.

A girl named Amanda once wrote in this diary. I skip to the last three entries. My hand shake as I read the pages.

Dear diary,

The school here sucks. All the kids are stuck up snobs. I have no friends and I have no idea what we are even talking about in math. Ever since we moved, mom and dad has changed and they aren't fun no more. I want to go back to my old school. I can't keep on adjusting. This sucks.

I stop reading and laugh to myself. This is what teenagers had to worry about, not dead men walking around. I continued reading.

I don't think I'll ever like it here.

Until next time,

Amanda

I flipped the page.

Dear diary,

Some rumors are going around school about a virus. All the kids joke about it like it's nothing. They say people are eating each other. I hope those brats are lying. I still don't fully believe. A lot of kids weren't here today or got pulled out of class. I'm scared.

I skim through the entry until it ends.

Mom is calling me. Gotta go.

Amanda

I slowly turn the next page.

Dear diary,

The virus is real. I haven't seen the infected in person but they're out there. Dad is taking us to a camp. He won't let me bring you. I want to document what happens but he says it's a waste. Apparently we don't need it. I can't sneek you in.

This will be my last entry.

Good bye normal life,

Amanda

The last one got me. I threw the diary across the room and went back outside. I hope Amanda made it but the chances of that are so slim. I never kept a diary before. It seemed like a waste of time, but thinking about it now. If I were to have wrote one, it would be some of the last records of me if I were to die. Amanda was right for doing it. If I could tell her today, I would. Too bad things don't work out.