Dear Kogan,
I woke up this morning and I heard one of those things outside. At first I didn't hear anything. When I walked downstairs it must have heard me because it started, growling or whatever that sound is they make.
I stood in the middle of the stairs for what seemed like a few hours till I got the courage to move. I went into the mud room and looked between the wood on the windows and it was tangled on the barbed wire I put around the garden.
I don't know what to do.
I've been staring at it all day. If it keeps making so much noise its going to lure more of them. Kogan, i'm scared. I've never had to kill one yet, I know I can do it, but I don't know I guess I still see them as people.
Are they still in there? I mean they don't act like it, but what if they are. What if their still in there unable to control what they do. Do they still feel pain?
Mom would know what to say. I miss her so much.
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Dear Kogan
General FictionDive into the journal entry's of Nel Emery, a girl stuck waiting for her best friend, Kogan, and his father, Adam, to come back from a journey to find his mom and bring her back to their home town safely. Four months is a long time to be left alone...
