June 1st,

It's been awhile. Haven't recorded much. Kailei tells me that it's good to write things down, but... I dunno... I'll give it a try. It's been... four days since the infection hit? I'm not sure to be honest. I'm just guessing on the date. I don't even know what day of the week it is. Will it even matter in a couple weeks? A couple months? Can we rebuild and survive from this?


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June 4th,

I've begun to tally the days that go by in-between entries. Maybe I can keep track of them that way. We're starting to move for home to check in on our parents. To see if they're okay. I hope they are.


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June 6th,

Kailei and I separated outside of Nashville. She joined up with her brother and they left. So... here I am... alone... just me...


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June 9th, (I think)

Tree's are safe. Very high. Very nice. Except for the things with the tongues. They cough. A horrible, wretched cough. They sound like my aunt who smoked three packs a day. What are these things? First zombies... now... super zombies? Fuck. It's like normal zombies aren't enough. Infected individuals my ass. I saw that thing grab a man from twenty feet away and haul him to his death. His buddies didn't even see it coming...

… I see a lot from the trees...


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June 13th,

So... turns aren't trees aren't as safe as I originally thought. Found another kind of... super special ultra zombie? It bloody growls. Like a dog. Got right up in my face and pounced me. It... it didn't have any eyes. Luckily I was saved by a group that was heading towards White House. Other college kids, like me. From MTSU. Freddie is an... was an economics major. His twin brother Quinton is a physics major. They were so completely different and yet... totally the same. Sometimes Quinton just stares off into space... probably thinking about Freddie.

… I hope my family is okay.


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June 16th,

I have something happy to write... as happy as I can get for this time... during this...

Anyways... Quinton is... nice. Really nice. More than nice, really...


June 17th,

Made it to Rivergate... or what's left of it. There are still chunks of civilization. It gives me hope. We met up with a family who let us in. Gloria is the wife's name. Frank is the father. They have a little girl. She's sick though... probably has the flu. They're letting us stay in the guest bedroom. It's a nice little community here, actually. Gated. Safe. Not a lot of trees, which is good.

… damn hunters.


June 18th,

God... just... GOD. I can't... she... FUCK.


June 19th,

We buried them. John got bit. That little girl...

… shit.


June 20th,

Last night til we move. Quinton, Jeremy, Tod, Gary, and Shira took John outside for a last smoke. When they come back I know he won't be with them. However this virus works... it works quickly. And subtle. It seems to mimic a very bad flu, but eventually the person falls into a coma. Or... that's what I've been told. I only saw one case... and she wasn't in a coma for very long.

… damnit...


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June 30th,

Something's been... watching me... or maybe I'm just being paranoid. I've felt it for awhile... an itching between my shoulder blades.

Watching... waiting...

…. we don't have much longer...


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July 5th,

Something amazing happened. I ran into Winter. She's on her way back home as well. She was with this guy named Terrance. No time to write. Just happy!


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July 9th,

Quinton is dead.