Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

December 6, 2012 (Breanna)

Dec 6, 2012 (Breanna)

Clarence must have brought my breakfast today. I found it with an extra treat, a note between my pancakes. I didn't realize it was still there until I was chewing my first bite, so there were a few words missing but I got the gist of it.

I woke up late this morning, not quite refreshed from the long rest.

I got my first injection yesterday and it made me really sleepy. The nurse told me it was to be expected as she administered the shot while a large man restrained me from fighting her.

Pulling myself into a sitting position, I glanced around the room. My eyes fell to the still warm pancakes at my bedside. Steam rose from them, a small bit of syrup and a plastic cup of juice stood on the tray with them, a plastic fork lay beside the plate. Guess they don't trust us with the good silver.

My stomach rumbled as I stared at them, excited for the coming meal, at least they feed us well here. I grabbed the tray, along with the plastic fork and sitting beside it. After pouring on the syrup and grumbling about the small amount they allowed, I dug in.

A moan passed my lips as I tasted the first bite, the moan quickly turning into a confused grunt as I noticed the texture. It was a bit...gummy, I guess you'd say.

I spit the bite back onto my plate, poking at it with my fork. Bits of mucky white lumps showed through the freshly chewed, golden pancakes. Was that paper?

I peeled the top pancake up a bit from the stack and sure enough, a folded note sat wedged between the top two, syrup dripping onto it. I quickly slid the note from the stack, dropping it into my lap. I couldn't just pick it up and read it, not with the cameras watching my every move.

After polishing off the stack and downing the juice, I stood, letting the note slip to the floor beside my bed. I took the tray from my bedside and in the process knocked the fork from my plate. Setting the tray back down, I dropped to my knees. I quickly grabbed the note, slipping it into my bra, before retrieving the fork and standing.

I hurried into the bathroom after depositing the tray by the door, eager to read the note. The shower was the only private area I had. Everything else was closely monitored.

I undressed in the shower, placing the note on a shelf at the far end, away from the shower head. I turned the water on after dropping my clothes over the stall door and onto the floor below and stood by the shelf, unfolding the note and skimming over it.

Bre,

I'll help you the best I can, I promise. I only ask that you take me with you.

I'm scheduled to bring you fresh clothes tomorrow morning. I'm going to try to slip a uniform into it along with some scissors, so take care to get dressed in the bathroom, away from the cameras.

Dress, cut your hair. Try to cover your appearance as best you can.

I'm going to cut the lights and come back up for you. I can lock the door to the breaker room but it will only buy us about ten minutes before someone can get past the code and put the electricity back on.

Destroy this note, don't let anyone see it.

We can do this,

Clarence.

Ten minutes, I'll have ten minutes to save my life. Ten minutes to get out and back to Carrie, to Jordan.

I hope Clarence thinks to bring some sort of weapon, protection in case we're caught.

I couldn't help but grin as I tore the note into tiny pieces, letting it all run down the drain.

After dressing I scrawled a quick note to Clarence, requesting him to get me something, anything, on what they were doing here. Proof of our country's bad decision. I had to get this to someone who could put a stop to the madness.

I decided to go to sleep early tonight, I need to wake up before Clarence gets here so I can get my note to him.

I went through the rest of my day, happily complying with all of the poking, prodding and injections I was given, knowing that soon enough, I'd be free of this place and find my friends.