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December 3rd

It's been awhile. I'm very sorry. It's actually a very warm winter day today, I think it's like 50F. The Titters are more active in warm weather, so it's a blessing and a curse. It's still really cold at nights though, so yeah.

We got the generator down in basement of the hospital working. Well, Beck did. He is seriously what has this group from vanishing into oblivion. There had been some fuel tanks in the basement and we had brought a few with us from Frank's supply in his bunker. We also got fuel from abandoned cars we had passed on our way here. We're good for a while.

We're making plans to go looking for woodstoves for generators wouldn't have to be used so much. I mean were in Sothern Oregon, someone has to have a woodstove. We're going to try searching the houses near here first. I mean this town we are in is fairly small and rural, which is why we like it. There is only two convenience gas stations that we are aware of. One is nearer to the city, while the other is actually only a few miles from here. We are going to get more fuel from those as well.

I'm our plan maker, so I have to get this right. If anything goes wrong it's going to be my fought. My plan is we are going to hit the houses leading up here. If there empty anyway. We're going to look for thing that can hold gas and whatever else we can get our hands on, then we can hit up the gas station nearby. Sounds easy, right? Then why am I so nervous?

Oh Town is swarming with Titers. I don't wanna get torn apart by one of those monsters, I don't want anyone to get hurt. I want everything to go back to normal. I wish for solar panels and a cattle farm.

- Robbie

December 4th

Mission Complete - tomorrow hopefully. We had to push it back a day because of rain.

We found some gas can in the basement, five of them. They aren't very big so we aren't really aren't expecting to get to much fuel this time. We are taking old reliable aka Frank's van even though we have a pretty new truck and a another vehicle. Who could resist the chance of getting a brand new car free of charge? Me, but I ignored my conscious.

The van can run on fumes so gas isn't really an issue for it. It burned gas like a snail moves. No idea why. I changed our plan and now we're going to hit the gas first thing tomorrow morning.

I'm going to finish my story now.

I think we were with Cathy and Frank for maybe four months? Long enough for most of our supplies to diminish to almost nothing. We had to make another run, well our first run. Search houses and nearby stores, Frank said it would be very simple. That really should have been my sign right there.

I wasn't ready. Frank made me leader, he had Andre and Cathy, I had Beck and Jade. I will never understand the confidence that man had in me. I really wish he hadn't. Beck, Jade, and I were heading east while they headed West. We were checking out houses, which was supposed to be a lot easier then heading into a crowded city.

It was at first. We had taken Cathy's truck and had done as Frank had told us. Honk the horn to make certain no one was home. Call out a warning, and head inside. That worked well for the first house, cleaned it out. Wasn't much left by a few rolls of tissues and a stale unopened box of Chex.

God Can I really tell the rest of this story? I've typed and deleted it multiple times and I just can't I'm such a useless person. Frank gets killed along with Sikowitz and Sinjin, and it's all my fault. Cathy - who survives, tells me that as we make our get away from the house which is being swarmed by Titers. It was odd, how out of thin air so many appeared.

I'm making excuses. Anyway, I saw my first black creature on that awful day. Came face to face with it because of my carelessness. It was a horrifying experience having those charred hands on me, those black soulless eyes locked on me, that low hiss that made it's body tremble. It was going to bit me if it weren't for Frank.

Thank you, Frank.

- Robbie

December 5th

Why am I still alive?

Everything went by well at first. I mean Beck, Jade, Andre, and I are like well oiled machines. We get things done. When we're getting along anyway. We got our gas cans, and we each got a rifle and a hand gun and load into the van. We leave Tori and Cat behind, trusting Tori to keep everything in order. She's a well enough shot even though she hates to shoot.

It's really early, because we like to do stuff early. Doing things at night is stupid anyway. We ate a breakfast of jelly spread of canned bread, curtsey of Tori. Then we head on down to the good old gas station. No cars littered our path, everything was completely bare actually. That type of stuff make me nervous. Having it easy always means something is heading our way.

I was driving and I stopped a stop sign which got me yelled at by Jade.

"Who in the hell else in on the road, Shapiro?"

Yes, she's nice. "I like to play safe ." I tell her flatly.

"We are aware."

I ignore her and continue forward towards the gas station. There aren't really any Titers around and I guess that's because they're maybe on the other side of town. There are two of them moving around in front of our destination. Seriously, when no one is around they do resemble zombies - shuffling about with no clear direction, no purpose.

"We have to take care of those quietly." Beck said leaning forward. He looks at me and pats my shoulder. "You should pull up to a pump." I nod even though I was already aware of that.

The Titers hear the car and come running as expected. I simply run them over and that's it for them. I pull up to a pump and we get out and head towards the building in our normal formation. Beck in the lead facing forward, Jade and Andre on either side of him watching his sides, me brining up the rear watching what's behind us.

Beck had slowly opened the glass door, hesitating before motioning me to go inside. I walked around checking the back and the foul smelling freezer before coming back and giving my everything is clear. Andre remained outside while Beck, Jade, and I used the left over plastic bags to clear the very shocking amount of food left on shelves.

Soda, chips, Candy, Cat loved it even Jade had let out random sound of happiness especially with all the coffee we found. We cleared out as much as we could get. We had packed up things first and I began taking things out to the van and Andre had joined the others inside, helping with the loading up. When I realized we would likely need to unlock the gas pumps no matter how old this place looked. They were actually pretty easy to find, just behind the counter. I filled up our gas cans and the tank of the van, happily.

I heard a car coming just as I finished. My heat began beating a thousand time a minute and in seconds the car appeared stopping near by. My gun was at my hip and my rifle in the car. I mean could I even shoot a living' person? It was a man and a younger boy maybe fifteen in a smaller pickup truck.

The man got out and I guessed he was the boy's dad. He looked a lot like my dad, tall slim wearing glasses with a residing hairline. It was odd, and actually distracted me a lot. I had subconscious rested my hand on the gun on my hip though.

"Hey son, you need any help?" He had asked in a kind way.

I had shook my head once and said, "I'm good. What about you?" His kind voice and his resemblance to my dad diffidently had my guard lowering.

He replied: "That's my son in there he's twelve. I also have a wife and baby back at home." He looked sort of sheepish. "Do you have any food? My wife and children needs food and we need ammunition. Ammunition is as important as food now a days."

I briefly glanced towards the gas station. They had to have noticed our visitor by now. "There's a lot of baby food in there." I said, which was true. We hadn't grabbed any of that type of stuff. "There's some food left in there as well." We weren't going to take everything either. "I could give you some of this stuff I got." He looked so happy about the news, I felt like a good person.

I went to the van's back and started filling a empty bag with stuff, I could still see him from how I had pulled in. He asked if he could go in and shop. I told him to wait until we left. I hand him two bags and he grins gratefully at me before backing back towards his vehicle.

I had looked away only for a second about to call the others out when the boy headed towards me, a gun leveled right at my face. He looked a lot older then twelve but not really that old. I remember freezing and lowering my hand away from my gun as he approached.

He looked unstable and he was shaking. "We need more." He had said. " I don't want to hurt you but my mom and little brother need this. My dad is to nice but I can do what needs to be I'm reall -"

His words were cut off by Beck loudly cocking his gun. " Drop your weapon!"Beck called out very sharply as he and the others exited the building. Andre and Jade had their guns trained on the horrified looking father.

I'm pretty sure the boy had peed himself, but he wouldn't lower his gun from my face. He looked back and forth between me and Beck, wide eyed.

"I said drop your weapon!"

"Beck," I remember saying calmly. I wanted this to end well, not badly. Just let them have the food." We had enough, and I didn't believe this was worth it. I believed this man and his son when they say they had other members of their family.

Beck had answered me back sharply, That had seriously made me angry. "They need to go find their own food rather then try stealing from others."

"It's not worth it." I remember saying desperately. "It's only food."

"Food is everything now, Robbie." Beck had been walking steadily forward the whole time he was taking and was only feet away now. "Drop it"

"Let them get the freakin food!" I yelled again. That's when the intense angry staring match between us began.

My friend's jaw clenched and his gun lowered. “Fine,†he took his eyes off me. "Take our food."

The boy did motioning his father forward to unload the bags I had loaded into the car. I stayed calm and watched them, the father kept giving me apologetic looks. I wasn't going to shoot anyone over a candy bar, ever. When they had emptied out our van they slowly began backing up to their car, both walking backwards. Near their car I spotted it, a Titer. Moving like a crazed dog towards them howling like the monster they are. The boy turned and shot, hitting his father square in the chest. The Titer jumped on him. I was too slow at upholstering my weapon, but took care of the fairly easily.

All was quiet after that even though our gunfire would likely be a dinner bell in minutes. We had to leave then, if we wanted to survive. We all jumped into van and took off as fast as I could.

An awful day, indeed. Not to mention Beck was beyond angry at me and said a few things I'm sure he hadn't meant. The others also seemed made at me, especially Jade who had lost her coffee. Cat was the only one not angry at me and I'm sure that had a lot to do with the bag of candy bars that hadn't been taken.

I told everyone that the food would be there tomorrow, that only made Tori and Andre happy. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do fictional audience. Is Jade right and I'm too soft? Should I have listened to Beck because he's our leader? I tried to do right, but everything turned out bad anyway.

How scared that boy looked is burned into my brain. I mean what's going to happen to the mother and the baby? Will they wait for them to return? If I could help, I have no way of finding them. I just realized we left that man. He could have been alive. We hadn't even checked

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