I woke up , looked at the empty room which i were sleeping in. i needed to get to a small town where all my family and friends were. I were taken from them a year ago by the things. i had only just been able to excape , aparantly most of the people in the world were either dead , hiding away underground , or had been turned into those disgusting things. i wonderd why they diddnt kill me and instead kept me hostage for a year. i had no way or knowing wether my family and friends were dead or alive but i had to get back to the town, there was nothing i could do but hope they were ok. i write this journal because if i were to die , people , other survivors would be able to learn from my mistakes. i havint seen or heard another human voice in a year. im wondering what it would be like , what it would be like to se my family and friends again. To be able to hear their voices. Ive got a long day ahead of me, bye for now.
