Feb. 20, 2014
Entry No. 16
Dear 30 Day Diary,
You know how you’re so stressed yet you still manage to write stories? Yup. Yup. I wrote a story even though I had 12827483249 things to do. I don’t know why, but I guess this is my way of saying “Meh. I’m gonna procrastinate. Might as well do something productive.” How is this story productive anyway? It’s dark. What the hell. Meh, anyway… My Story:
This was it. It’s the end of everything. Ever since Disease X23148 spread, everyone was turned into vicious, blood thirsty cannibal murderers. It was said that the disease makes you go crazy. How it was developed? I don’t know, and I don’t think I’d ever want to hear the reason behind it anyway.
I’m hiding… continuously fearing that every single breath I take will be my last; fearing that someone could come up behind me in the dark and stab me.
This one sick hell of a disease has infected my family… I cant stand to see them kill each other and eat each other afterwards… I… don’t know what to do. I’m pretty sure that every single person in my neighborhood or even in the whole state has changed or was killed. Am I the only one that’s alive? I want to know, but I’m too scared to go out and look. I’m afraid that if I go, then someone would immediately see me and run to me, decapitate me, and eat me. Worst of all… it could be,
See how the story’s kinda… cut short? Well, I did finish it. It’s freaking short and diary like. It really was supposed to be cut short because the writer was supposed to die. Doesn’t it just make you think… ‘How did the writer die?’ Well, that’s something for you to think about. And, no, the writer wasn’t killed by a murderer.
Sincerely Yours,
Ezelle Lucienne
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