Left ? Survivors
Date: Same day as last entry, when I sorta... left you in the air..
Location: still inside a convenience store's saferoom.. I didn't catch the name of it when I was running my legs off
Hey Diary,
I'm back. And yeah, I left so suddenly cuz one of my mates were injured. Yeah, I said mates. What? You think it's not really me? It is! What do I have to do to prove to you that's it's me, Zoey? You think a guy would actually write in a journal? ..Agh, almost caught you there. Ofcourse guys have diaries too. But seriously, you gotta believe it's me. I'll remind you that you're a lock-diary.. if that's even a word. I meant to say that you have a lock, and only 'I' have the lock. You know, your owner...'Zoey'. Oh shaaw, now you believe me! Now I'm gonna--I know you're looking over my shoulder, Francis.
Gosh, these guys really don't understand the word, "I wanna be left alone for a second." They think I always gotta be around them. Yeah, Francis is one of my mates. Fortunately, I'm not the only one who somehow hasn't been killed yet. Which is a total relief, cuz I really don't think I would've handled being alone at these times. May I remind you of the zombies incident? This is the longest incident I've ever seen. Or ever been in. Gosh. I guess you've met Francis, whose still leaning next to me, with his breath that smells like Ibuprofen. Yes, I said it. He has to lay back on those, he's beginning to act like a junkie.. just like my other mate here. His name is Louis. Not the Louis I used to like back in my Sophomore year of college. Though, that would've been the best. If he, you know, had.. made it..Oh man, gimmie a moment....
Ok, I'm back. yes I got over it. I had to, I wasn't gonna let these guys see me cry. I told you of Francis, Louis, there's someone missing. That someone who just now scowled at Francis for opening the door of the saferoom, just to kill those undead that were banging on the door so annoyingly. I've heard those voices so much, that I sometimes hear them in my sleep. I hate nightmares. It was fun having nightmares after playing a spooky game, because you knew it wasn't true. But now, I can't keep onto those thoughts anymore. That someone who just yelled at Francis was Bill. He doesn't like to tell us much about his past, all he could find the trust to say was that he was from the military. Yah, the obvious camouflage-green shirt with the badge didn't give it to us, you know? *laughs* He was the one that supplied us with all the protection, fireguns and ammo we needed to be able to escape this damned hell-hole. You never would've guessed that was reference. To what, I'm not telling!
It's nighttime now, I dunno the time. Sorry for my slacking. One of us does have a watch, but didn't bother giving us the time before falling asleep all over the floor! Eww, and I think hes drooling on the newspaper page he's lying on. Ugh, talk about nasty. I'll let him have his moment; infact I'll let the 3 of them have it. We're all really tired, running about 100 steps to get here is a real pain. I don't think I've had this much excersise since---*yawn* evah. Whoops, I mean ever. I don't feel like erasing that *yawn*, agh, what the hell...
You're awesome tired friend,
Zoey