AN: So hello everyone. I'm glad I'm starting to get reviews and follows and such. It's such an inspiration to write more :) I'm also using this particular story as my novel entry in the NanoWrimo. And if you don't know what that is, it's a writing competition that happens every November. You have all 30 days of November to write your novel and if you hit 50k words then you win a prize. I don't really know, I have never gotten that far. Hopefully with this story I do. So the more feedback and comments and stuff I get the more I'll write! Thanks for everything guys I appreciate it so much :) The journal entries won't be day after day it may be two days after the previous chapter or so on. Enjoy :)

Day 3:

I saw Brittany writing the other day and thought it'd be a good idea for me to write as well. I scavenged through all the classrooms to find a decent looking tablet to write in. I've found this one that was empty but covered in glitter. Not typically something I'd have in my possession but it's a tablet none the less. My handwriting has gotten progressively sloppy since I've gotten out of high school. Which was expected, since I spent majority of my time not writing at all, but singing.

What happened yesterday was one of the scariest things I have ever been through. We reached Jake's house and everything seemed alright. I explained to them what attracts the zombies and we all stayed as quiet as possible. It was hard to anticipate when the ammo was going to shift in its box or when something would fall. We were as careful as we could've been. Slowly, we all loaded a weapon just in case shit went down. Which it did. I turned to look outside of the garage when I saw zombies headed towards us. I held up my M4 and aimed at the zombies. Boom. Headshot. I took pride in everything I did and let me tell you, shooting zombies gave me a whole new feeling.

But that wasn't enough because the more we shot, the more started coming around the corner. I cleared the path to my car and yelled for the guys to hurry up and get over here. But they told me to go ahead without them. I really didn't want to, but the endless wave of zombies made it difficult for me to stay. I threw the duffle bag into the passengers seat and jumped in. Right as I shut the door a zombie plastered himself against the drivers door. I jumped due to initial shock of the lifeless corpse rubbing its face all over the window trying to get to me. I started the car and reversed, not even caring if I hit any. I could care less really. As I drove back to the school, I thought about the days to come. What if this virus didn't stop in Ohio? What if it infected the whole world? I knew I couldn't think that way, but when you're put into this situation that's what happens. You think about what's going to happen next whether it's two hours or two years.

I finally reached the school and saw that there were much more zombies roaming the parking lot compared to earlier. I parked the car as close to the doors as I could to make a safe getaway. I grabbed onto the duffle bag and prepared to get out of the car. With the duffle bag slung over my shoulder, I opened the door and immediately aimed in front of me. I looked to the left and right, and started to run. I ended up tripping and falling to the ground. As I was getting back up, there were about four zombies closing in on me. I didn't hesitate and I shot one. It fell to the ground and I shuffled to the side to avoid it falling on top of me. I shot the one immediately to my left and I couldn't move from that one in time. It fell on me and I felt it's cold blood all over my arms and shirt. It was absolutely disgusting and the smell was nauseating. I pushed it off of me and finally got up off of the pavement. I moved towards the front door and started to knock. Quinn opened the door and I fell in and slid a good two or three feet on the ground. Rachel got a good swing at the last lone zombie that tried to follow me in. They dragged the body outside and shut the doors as fast as they could. I felt like I couldn't breath. Couldn't think.

What The Fuck.

Those were the only words that seemed to be able to seep out of my mouth. I told them what was going on, and we headed up stairs. Brittany's face killed me. She started crying almost as soon as she saw me. She took me down to the girls locker room to get me cleaned up. We talked, and she told me that she had never been so worried in her entire life. I could hear it in her voice. I told her that she had nothing to worry about, and that what happened that morning was not a big deal.

But it was. I could've been eaten. But there was no way in hell that I was going to let Brittany know that. Now was the time that I had to be strong, not only for myself but for Brittany too.

I waited up almost all night for Jake and Ryder to come back but there was no sign of them. No headlights, no gunshots. I started to get worried. Maybe I should've stayed with them. We would've had a fighting chance. I would hate to find out that they were bit and turned. That would kill Marley. And I would never forgive myself. I watched Brittany as she slept and I realized that the only time that we would be really peaceful was when we were sleeping. And I didn't want that. I wanted to feel safe and free or stress all the time. These past couple days has felt like forever. It's only been three days since the initial zombie attacked happened. Hopefully it wouldn't last much longer.

Since I couldn't sleep, I went down to the kitchen and started to make some breakfast. And as I cooked, I started to sing True by Ryan Cabrera. It was something that I used to sing when Britt and I just started figuring out where we were. What we were. What my feelings were for her. I was just singing away when I heard something. I dropped my spoon and grabbed my weapon.

Why'd you stop?

It was only Brittany. I had never told her about the song. Let alone sing it to her. It had been a good minute since even sang it myself. I sat her down, and I sang it to her. She started to cry and I wiped her tears away. We sat and talked for a while before everyone started to come down for breakfast. She told me that she listened to that song too and it always made her think of me. It made me blush. Even though we've been together for a while, the smallest things like that still make my heart skip a beat. There was not a dull moment with this woman. As we were cleaning up, we heard a loud bang against the cafeteria door that led outside. Marley ran over to the door and screamed. They were out there, but the zombies were catching up quick. We opened the doors and the stumbled inside.

After everyone settled down, they told us what happened. They went to Ryder's house to check on his parents but it was already too late for them. As they were driving, they saw Puck's bike parked on the side of the road but no sign of him anywhere. They searched but there were too many zombies. That's when Jake started to break down.

We found him, but it wasn't him. I did.. What I had to do. He was my brother.

He got up from the table and walked out the door. Marley followed him out trying to catch up to him. Ryder just sat in silence. The two of them had just gone through terrible things. I couldn't imagine having to shoot a sibling or seeing my parents in that state. I hugged Ryder and told him that everything was going to be alright. Brittany and I headed back upstairs. She layed down and took a nap and that catches me up to today. I am pretty tired, since I did stay up the majority of the night.

I just want to make this clear. If anything happens to me, I want this journal to go to Britt. She's the love of my life. And I'll do anything to protect her even if it means getting bit or eaten alive. Without her I have no reason to live. She's everything I have ever dreamed of. Brittany S. Pierce is a blessing upon this earth and I won't let a zombie cheat the world of such a perfect woman.