"They tried to break into my bunker today. It was as if they could smell me. i thought it was impossible, but i guess it wasn't as safe as i thought. They're getting stronger and I don't know how much longer I can last. i'm trying to survive. for my friends... for my family... for Ashton. i miss him so much, and sometimes, when the clawing at the front door has subsided, i imagine he is laying there with me, comforting me, telling me that we're going to make it out alive, but then the scraping starts up again, and he disappears. if the infected don't turn me soon, or i find someone soon, i'm going to go insane. unless if i'm already insane and this is just a mental creation and i'm somewhere safe in a mental hospital with Ashton being the worried one because he doesn't know if i'll ever be the same. (a crazy laugh is heard) am i crazy? is this really a dream? if it is, you can stop it now. i'm thoroughly mental now!!! but it's not a dream. and no one is going to be standing over me next time i wake, looking at me like you would look at a mental person who seriously needs help. i'm alone and that's just what i have to live with. the bunker back is almost finished. i just have to put a few more bolts in and then i'll be done. i haven't been able to learn any more about the infected because I've been too worried about the state of my mental psyche. i guess now that I've determined that i'm insane and alone and need someone human, even if it's just Monique, the most annoying girl at school. i just need someone.
this is Amy Rose, not knowing if i'll ever be okay again.
