September 28 2010. Carl and I spend the night in an abadoned house nearby. I didnt sleep at all. It seems that carl didnt get sleep too.
We keep on moving. The chaos on the streets already subside. Blood stains are the only thing left by those inhuman monsters. Its only a day and i think carl and i are the only ones left. Carl's family are all dead as he speak and my family too except for my brother Ray. Ray is 5 yrs older that me almost the same age as Carl. He's tall, Black eyes and his skin are as white as mine. He was my precious brother. He lived in a different house than ours thats why i dont know what happen to him. But im hoping that he is still alive out there fighting for his life and finding us. Yes, he is strong. He studied sword arts and he is a volunteered member of CPP or the Citizen Protection Program. That's why there's no way in hell that his dead. I miss him. Oh my Brother.
After Hours of walking carl and i still dont have an encounter with any survivor or that Z-word monsters. And I still dont fully trust this guy, Carl. he seems weird and when we are talking he is like casting a spell on me. Like he is just making me agree to anything he said. He's a smooth talker and a very professional one. But i dont have a choice but to follow him, He saved my life after all..
Its nearly dark , we need to find ourselves a shelter and i guess we need a couple of weapons, Carl only got his sharp-edge pipe and i got nothing to protect myself from those Z-word monsters. we also need supplies of food and medicine.
I really dont know why im writing this journal, maybe because it may have a use for me in this horrible world and i got something to ease this feeling of mine.
Oh thats a supermarket. I must go...
Jennifer, Supermarket 7:33 pm
