Name: Henri Dubois

Age: 34

Location: Lyon, France

I can't remember the last time I saw her look at me and smile.

Was it on our first date?

Or was it in the park when I asked her to marry me?

The day she walked down the aisle in that stunning white lace dress?

And when we said I do?

Or was it the day ten years ago when she gave me the gift of a son?

She just sits there in this basement grunting now, pulling against the ropes that hold her down to the battered metal chair.

It's my fault that she was attacked by the infected. I should have done a better job protecting her, keeping her safe from harm. She would be saying 'You can't think like the Henri' and she would be right. I can 't. Oliver's upstairs in the attic sleeping. He's all I have left and I can't... I can't fail him too. The same memory plays over and over again when I sit and watch her. I see her pleading, I feel her touching my face telling me its okay. I didn't think it was okay to bludgeon my wife to death even though I knew what she was going to become. I told Oliver that he had to say goodbye to her... and I can't even remember when that was. Telling a child that he won't see his mother again has got to be the most heartbreaking thing I've ever had to do. He doesn't know that she's here in the basement of this abandoned house. I wish I could have stopped him witnessing her being attacked. I didn't have the heart to put a bullet between her eyes, so here she is. I ask myself everyday, 'Is she still there?' or 'Can she see what is happening?'

Is there even a cure to whatever this disease is? Where did such a crime against nature come from? I can ask these questions but there won't be a soul to answer them properly. I'll be asking these questions for a life time if we ever get out of here!

Daylight is breaking through the narrow gap I left uncovered. I told Oliver we would be leaving soon. I noticed after so many days they find you. I don't know how... We've tiptoed around this town trying to get out but there is always one or more of those things lurking around. The more there are, the harder it is to move.

I've been holding this knife in my hand for a while now... And she's staring at me.

I'm sorry...

A/N: I must apologise for the lack of updates! I should be up and running with more soon. :)