The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

9.

I am finally kicked out of the group.

I think that I stayed long enough. Two days is a LOT of time right? Yeah, ok. No.

In my defense, it is all because of Catherine. Even though I did not like staying here with them and I already planned on leaving, getting kicked out because of something you did not do feels awful. I hated it.

And guess what, she’s the one in charge of the weapons. Lucky me.

Considering how it’s almost nighttime and that I only had until tomorrow to steal the ammo, I have to think fast. Really fast. I have to squeeze my brain for ideas on how to get stupid Catherine away from those weapons. Gosh, I hate her. I hated her even before she got me kicked out. I wonder why I saved her life back there.

Enough about her, just thinking of her gives me a headache.

I need to distract her. And not just that. I also need to find a way to get my supplies back, or maybe even steal some better supplies from them. I’m not going to just walk away empty-handed. They stole my stuff, and I want it back.

I sighed in exasperation staring, or more accurately glaring, at Catherine and sometime at Cam who is talking to Ryan about something. It looked like they were discussing something important and I bet it has to do with their group. I really did not care as long as they are distracted.

I pulled my backpack towards me because I had nothing else to do.

Catherine is watching me now. Whenever I move, she diverts her attention straight at me like I was stupid enough to do anything with everybody around. Stupid popcorn girl. It doesn’t help that they do not distrust me except for – ironically – the wicked witch. She was just leaning on the wall looking as bored as always and occasionally giving me an amused stare.

I pretended that they weren’t here and opened my backpack even though I knew it is empty save for my jacket and flashlight. It’s just that I couldn’t believe how stupid I was for joining them and leaving my supplies there for them to take, and it’s not like I can say anything. If I did, then Cam will surely throw me out immediately with nothing with me to eat, or defend myself with. I’ll be even more vulnerable than I already am.

I took my jacket out and searched inside the pockets because maybe, maybe, there was something. Alas, there was nothing. I think a fly just flew out of my backpack. At least I still had my flashlight.

I thought that maybe if I had the flashlight, it would help me steal at night. Sadly Cam is not that stupid and he made sure to have at least one person keeping watch. I have no idea whose turn it is today which makes everything harder. I had to think of something. I looked around for inspiration but there was nothing, and I was getting hungry. I don’t think that they’ll give me anything to eat even if some of the food they had was stolen from me which is frustrating.

Now I can’t stop thinking about food. And to think that I actually collected enough food to last me until my shoulder heals a little bit. Then, getting food would be so much easier.

Ugh. The only good thing that happened to me here was getting treated by Amelia.