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February 16, 2008
So, I wanted to go out hunting today, telling Daryl I would be okay on my own and we need fresh meat. He said no. I stormed off into the woods with my Bowie Knife and my compound bow.
I returned several hours later, with a large buck and several squirrels. Truth be told, I have been hunting the squirrels for kitana, and the buck for us.
She has no dog food left, so I give her a small bag of potato chips every day. Nothing else really happened today, so I might add about a dream or something tomorrow morning. Maybe.
February 17, 2008
I was running through the woods, at top speed. I knew not to look back, or else I would hear the shrilling screams of what once was. As I awoke a few hours earlier, there was a heard of walkers surrounding the camp. Then again, our camp was located on the interstate.
I ran and ran as fast as I could, until it started getting towards dusk. I found a suitable tree, somewhat like the tree katniss slept in during the hunger games. I made my body sturdy enough so in my sleep, I wouldn't fall to the death.
I burst up in the seat I was asleep in, I was broken out in a cold sweat. I thought I had really lost Daryl, I had almost lost the love of my life. I felt beside me to see if Daryl was near, but he wasn't.
I got paranoid, but soon remembered he was on watch. I got on my combat boots and threw open the door. The car was fairly new, so the door only creeked the slightest bit. I went up and sat down beside him. He was only half asleep.
"Go get some sleep, I will take over." He got up without hesitation and handed me a pistol. It was my fathers. I teared up a bit as I remembered the way he died. He was a good man, he shouldn't have had to go that way.
He should be where I am, in the arms of someone who would protect them, even if it meant their own life. It soon got lighter out, eventually returning into the usual "dawn to dusk to dawn" cycle. I went and I gort kitana out and gave her some squirrel.
I have decided to return my journal to the glove box in the SUV so I could start packing. Its not good to stay in one place for too long, considering the circumstances. So I joined him with the usual chores.