Nightingale [ON HOLD TILL FURTHUR NOTICE *SORRY*]

No.8

"What?!" Jordan hissed back, I blew at the few strands of hair that fell from the braid. "You cannot date Lyn, no matter how hot you think he is with his stupid British accent. You barely know him and he probably isn't gay, plus if he hurts you like Travis did I'll have to make his life a living hell as well." I snapped shaking his shoulders back and forth. I couldn't help but worry, I knew Jordan and I knew what he was like. I just didn't want to see him hurt again.

"Day, Day! I am not a bobble head stop shaking me! Snap out of it. You aren't my mother, you aren't even older than me and you can't tell me what to do." Jordan replied pushing my arms off of his shoulders. Okay so maybe I was overreacting a little, but still. "Fine. but, you'd better not do nyghung stupid and I need the key." I sighed lifting my hand up in a receiving manner.

"Day?" Jordan asked worry evident in his hazel eyes as he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the cot. "How many?" he pressed, slipping his hands into mine. "Jordan can we not do this, just give me the fucking key." I murmured nonchalantly, pulling my arms free from his rough hands. "No. Day you always do this we are going to discuss this sooner or later and it'd be a whole lot better if we just got it over with!" Jordan snapped narrowing his eyes in a warning kind of way. Please, like this ever worked on me.

"Later will have to do then because I need the key right now." I stated again as I stood back up. "Fine but this," Jordan gestured between us, "Is not over." My eyes averted from his which were so sure, so strong; not like mine, not even close, his weren't broken, weren't glazed over with hate and anger. "Here." he whispered wrapping a small metallic object in my hand, the key. Its cold rigid form I pressed between my thumb and fore finger.

"We will be talking later." he insisted grabbing my chin and making me face him. A quivery smile met my face, I didn't get how he could do it. Be so fucking positive as the end of the world was happening. I nodded to reassure him then turned and left the tent.

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Journal Entry #1487

Killed more than 7 dozen today. Fear I'm losing my humanity, I don't feel as guilty anymore. If this ever ends all the guilt will probably crush me though, I know I'd die of it. Too many souls have been taken, too many people's lives have been stolen & I am one of the terrible people who has taken lives. Jordan keeps insisting it's all self defense that I only do what I need to, to survive. I wish I could believe that I wish it were true. After I had killed them I searched through their pockets & found some form of I.D. unfortunately I could only find ten with identification so I just grabbed something that was small, unique to each & on them like watches & such.

So here in this trunk lies the artificats of those I've killed & all my journal entries. I've decided to state this just in case I am to die tomorrow & some future person were to find this. Oh & my full name considering I only ever sign off with D.N is Daydream Storm Meadow-Flower Lily Nightingale. Yeah it's a horrible name but you can't blame me my parents were hippies & named me when they were drunk/high so let's just move on.  My parents were Naomi Jane Nightingale & Jerold Stone Nightingale. Lets see what else might they want to know, oh um its been four years since the whole apocalypse, I'm around eighteen now.  I have a little brother, River Stone-Arrow Woodland Nightingale, he is about six.

I learned where Jax's camp was & that Andy is a traitor. I plan on getting little Riley back from Jax as soon as possible. Anyway I would write more but I have to go make sure no one in my tribe, I guess you could call it that, kills any of the new kiddies. Plus it sounds like someone's started a fight outside. I'll explain the whole ordeal I went through to meet, Nathan & Cassidy in my next journal entry. Till next time. Carpe Diem.

D.N

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"What the hell is all the yelling about?! Can't I have a moment to myself without all of you being at each others throats?" I thundered stomping out of the tent in full rage. There's never a moment of peace when being a leader, that I've learned pretty well. "Guys! Guys!" Jordan shouted trying but failing to pull Ross or Earl off of the other. Five minutes of peace is all I want five minutes. I sighed then grabbed the nearest persons spear and wedged it between the wrestling teenagers. I gave both a mildly hard wack in the stomach which caused them to stop fighting.

"Speak." I requested pointing the spear at Ross as the both looked up at me from the ground. "E, was trying to steal medicine from the clinic." Ross explained clambering up and dusting off his clothes. The little medicine we had was kept only for the biggest emergencies. "Earl?" I asked leaning on the spear. My side really hurt. "Its for Dorothy. We have to try and help her!" He begged tears springing to his eyes. I sighed heavily and offered a hand to Earl who made no move to get up.

He reluctantly grabbed it and let me pull him up, which should have been easy as I was much taller than him but it took more effort than it should have, and made me let out a small, probably unnoticeable, wince. Well unnoticeable to all but Jordan, who eyed me curiously. "Look Earl, I know you want to save Dorothy, I know you love her, but that medicine is for emergencies and in this case I'm sorry to say that Dorothy isn't an emergency. She has something we can't fix and I'm sorry for that but you need to stop trying to steal medication." I sadly stated letting go of his hand. Yeah I knew what was going on. Earl had been doing this for the past month, but Dorothy was a lost cause. Dorothy was a small girl at the age of ten who had, by some off chance, gotten a strange  disease from playing a little too close to one of the old run down power plants.

And, no matter how terrible, we couldn't possibly cure her with the small amount of medication we had. A sob came from the fourteen year old as his bestfriend, Ross, stood a few feet away looking heartbroken himself. "Ross, take him to her tent." I asked, as he nodded back and off they went.

"Anyone else want to cause drama? I mean might as well while I'm out here right?" I snapped, as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. God no, please no, not now. I stumbled a little, almost falling as Jordan caught me. "Don't trust Andy." I whispered my eyes half shutting on their own. Jordan didn't hear though instead he was shouting for Winona our 'doctor' and something about blood. Guess those stitches hadn't lasted very long. "Look at me!" I hissed pulling at his collar with the last ounce of strength I had. "Can't trust, A-andy." I repeated as Jordan eyebrows furrowed and darkness swept me away once again.

Is anyone actually reading this...? Just wondering. -Black Rose