Sunday

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Hello Diary,

I'm leaving in a few minutes. I watched the sun come up and tried not to cast my eyes down to the ground where all our neighbors, friends, strangers, and mom stood still trying to find a way in. Do they smell us in here? It's possible we stink as bad or worse than them. Its been 3 months since the dead walked??? I dont know. Time doesn't exist anymore really. Im not completely certain it's even Sunday. What damn difference does it make. Today's church but where is God? Is this hell? I'm tired, didn't sleep much last night but I won't tell Adam. He'll refuse to let me out the door. If we don't get supplies soon we'll die of starvation. Sometimes I think my brother wants too and that scares me worse than those corpses. When I could feel the warm sunlight on my face I suddenly realized that it could be my last sunrise. I'm 23 years

Old. My mother and father named me Margaret Marks. Daddy called me Mag pie and Mommy called me Maggie. That's who I am. No one special really. A big sister and a daughter. And quite possibly a fool for going out. But I'm the oldest and to me it's my responsibility to make sure my brother and sister are taken care of.

That being said I will end this entry and get ready. If I don't make it back and you are reading this (whomever you are) I pray things are different. I pray the zombies or living dead, or whatever they have been chosen to be called are back in their resting places and the world is better and brighter. I pray my brother and sister are alive. Are safe. If you should have them with you please care for them as much as I do and did. They are my world. And if you, Adam or you, Annie are reading this know I will do everything in my power to make it home to you but if I failed and I don't walk back through that door, I loved you both as much as anyone could ever love another. You make me so proud to be your sister. I carry you both in my heart and though I watched perhaps my last sunrise this morning I take with me hope that you both will see many more and will live long joyous lives. Take care of each other. I love you!

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