The END

Staple It Togther

"Good morning Jessa" I said in the most cheerful voice I could muster. 

She smiled at me and nodded. I sounded like someone just told someone that their family member just died. I'm fantastic! and also very sarcastic. Her little nine year eyes looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something to lift our darkening moods. Even though she didn't talk anymore, I could understand her better than what anyone's words could ever say.

"Today is a new day." I spoke softly to her. 

The mood we were both sharing seemed to get a happiert feel. That was the right thing to say. It's what my mom would say. She came over and gave me a hug. I smiled, well this is a good way to start this horrible day! But the smile turned upside down. Today is a new day for new horrors to happen. We could both be horribly killed, or tortured by mad dogs. We could run out of food or water and die those ways. But I guess Jessa took it as a, "this day will be better than the last" type of deal. So sweet and innocent, why did she have to be shoved into this world? I wanted to scream and shake my fists at the sky, but I realized that I should be thankful for our lives, and for the food and for the house. I guess that we should just live day to day and not worry about tomorrow. Get yourself together, happy or sad! Ok, I'm going with happy. I smiled agian, please let today be great.

Last night though was definitely different from all the other nights that I've had these past six weeks. The number of zombies I killed that night were pretty low. I was relieved but a tiny bit of me was a little dissapointed. I really wanted to kill more zombies. My sanity is slowly slipping away, and killing those zombies, helps to relieve all my stress. Plus, Considering that it stormed all night, the lack of zombies was wierd. They are usually most active during the night, and they get more aggressive when it's about to rain. Those disgusting rotting corpes walk around and think they own the world. I almost laughed out loud from the irony. In our old world, there were rude people who were disgusting and rotting on the inside, that ruled the world. Well it was a stretch, it wasn't that drastic. The people weren't trying to eat me alive.

At one point last night, I regretably had to retreat back inside the cabin. The hail pelted my face and skin so hard that I thought it might draw blood. Then we would both be screwed. Once zombies smell blood, they become like great white sharks and will be whipped into a frenzie. Of course if its a little blood they won't become psycho. If you get cut, you're fine. However, if you kill a live person, than it will be like zombies start popping out of the frameworks to get to that person. I still remember the moment I looked below me from the roof. The number of zombies litterally made me pee my own pants. Haha, laugh at me, but you wouldn't have laughed if you were there.

It was three days after escaping from school. Still the first week of the apocalispe and Jessa and I were running through a small city gathering supplies. The three days between this town and the school probably changed me the most. Those three days made me a different person. But as this new person, I was able to keep myself and Jessa alive.

The city was accually so small, It would be better just to call it a communitiy. The people here problably killed the few that were infected and decided that they would ride out this little epidemic till the government cleaned it up. They were dead wrong. DEAD WRONG. After this little amount of time that I've been away from there, I'm 100% sure that it can't even be considered a town anymore. What was I doing? getting supplies. To be more specific, I was robbing stores and taking every goodie that they had. Today was a rest day. Jessa and I retreated back to smallish shopping center that we took shelter at. Our daily looting for the day was getting more dangerous in this city. Thankfully inside of the stores of this city only some of them were filled with zombies. The people in that town had barricaded themselves in and hunkered down. It was a small city but lately the zombies were starting outnumbering the amount of lights that use to twinkle in the city I grew up in. They were coming in from all around I guess, or they could smell the fresh meat and were planning on a feast. We climbed the stairs of an apartment building was right next to our place on the roof. That latter that we climbed up was one of those pull up or drop down, kind of things and I pulled it up after Jessa and I went up. This was the safest route to get to our roof. We had a wooden plank that I set out to climb across to our roof. There was a small appliance shed on top of our roof that we used as our home. We had food, water, blankets, and safety. For some reason this town wasn't hit as hard as my city. Duh, lack of people. Nevermind.