July 16th, 2022
Hello hello, my name is Huang Renjun. I’m currently 22 years old. We visited a store for canned food, but we found journals there too. Yuta hyung decided we should all start our own journal, he said it’d be a way to keep us entertained or busy when we remain indoors. It’s nice, but I know the main reason is he doesn’t want us to begin to lose our sanity by staring at the wall every day all the time or cleaning our weapons. I’m glad to know he cares about our mental health instead of being focused on if we are scratched or bitten like other possible leaders, so it was right for him to become like a leader to us. I don’t always agree on what he says, sometimes I think he is too kind for his own good but couldn’t help it, you know? I’m worried. I have a feeling as if one day, we’re driven into a corner, he will decide he wants to be too kind once more for the final time. I don’t want that day to ever come, if it does I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from taking the blame and feeling guilty. I always try to talk to him as much as I can, the same with the rest of them, we never know what could happen tomorrow. Or today, or the day after tomorrow, and so on. So, I want to make the best out of the time we are able to spend with together as almost like, a family. An unstable, but happy family.
My name is Huang Renjun, and ignorance is a gun trigger.
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FanfictionNevaeh /nəˈveɪ.ə/ • "Heaven" spelled backwards, or simply hell. The nine men all kept journals, it was the only hobby that kept them sane other than being forced to kill the walking dead for survival. Although, that hobby was the main reason for th...
