Name: Siobhan Quinn

Age: 22

Location: Ireland

S.Q

Dear God,

I have so many questions but so little time to find the answers. For the first time in my life, I've left home for good. Twenty-one years of living on the same street, seeing the same faces daily and knowing where my life would lead to. Although this has given me the freedom to break free from my Dublin life I fear there may not be anything left for either of us anywhere on this island.

I'm currently living on the road in my da's old beat up wagon with my little brother hoping to find safety somewhere. We're parked up next to a derelict building down the alleyway waiting for the horde to pass by. Many of the small towns we've passed have been crowded with those soulless people that wander aimlessly. I've promised myself to keep this diary of where we've been each time, what it's been like and if there was any sign of others like us. So far, we've not heard or seen another soul around. We're outside of Dublin City to which every corner, those things hide. I've passed many petrol stations and only managed to gather one can of fuel and what is left of the packaged food among the mess. I scared myself when I tripped over one that was already dead. She'd put a bullet in her head. After that panicky moment I managed to find something for Reilly as it was his birthday yesterday. Nine years ago yesterday, he was born and baptised. He doesn't understand what's happening either and I can't explain it to him as I have no answers. What are these things? Why do they rise again after death? I know our Lord Jesus rose from the dead after days of death but these things have no souls. I know from being face to face with one.

I plan to get us to Kildare to see if my Aunt Casey and Great Uncle Desmond are still there living on that small plot of land surrounded by brick walls of about three feet high. I know it seems a little risky but finding any of my family is better than none. I've been so lonely since having to leave Dublin but it just wasn't safe or healthy for anymore for us. I don't think I'll ever know what happened to my parents but if death has them, I hope you are looking after each of their souls. I wish they had returned before the end came. Once my question has been answered I have two options.

1) To stay with my family and hope this ends.

2) To just keep moving until I reach Carrauntoohil.

By moving I mean heading further away to the other side of Ireland. I don't know for sure but the mountains have to be the safest place for us. I know that Carrauntoohil is a far trek from Dublin but it's the highest mountain I know that I can get to. I've seen pictures and read things from an old geography book my da had in this car. There are small communities that are close by to it and I may find a haven there for us to live out our lives.

The hordes have finally passed through the main streets. I had to stop writing and hide with Reilly in the back of the car as a group of them emerged down this alley way. Luckily, they lost interest after an hour but night time is slowly creeping up on us and that's when they're more likely to get us. Do they have names? Even with the windows closed and doors locked the smell that fills my smell sense is nauseating. They smell like death knocking and scraping at the windows wanting to selfishly take our lives. I pray that you have been watching over us as we've been lucky enough to make it this far. I've seen what they do to others that flee but find it hard to believe that you would give someone that kind of knowledge to play with. I had to hold my little brother close just to mask the gentle sobs of fear. He witnessed what one did to our neighbour and watched him rise again minutes later. He's had nightmares for weeks since we left Dublin. For all I know he could be the only family I have left which I pray you don't take from me prematurely. I will admit my faith in this life is slowly fading as survival is key but I hope you don't see this as a discrepancy.

In case I don't get to write you again, I pray you have mercy on our souls.

Siobhan

A/N: So I've started to move on to other locations now. I'm trying to variate between the ages and I'm doing some basic research on the countries I'm writing for, so I apologise now if I make any mistakes with my Geography!

Thanks again for reading.