Apocalyptic Me

1.14 Dear Diary

5 years later.
From an unknown person's view:

"Dear diary,
It's been a while since I last wrote, I've been travelling for a few years, so I was kinda busy. I didn't think our camp would fall this quickly... I mean, it looked secure, we banished people who were bitten and we had check ups once a day. Seemed save to me. But I guess it takes one door not closed all the way, one crack in a wall, one person to give up. It doesn't matter if you were bitten or not, if you die with your brains intact, you turn. The dead roam around killing everything in their way. When everything happened I managed to grab my bag, which had supplies in it and luckily a knife and my diary. I was on the run for quite a while when I met Ilse, we've helped eachother through a rough time. But guess what... pretty much everything is fucked up, so we're not getting a break any time soon. Ilse is out looking for supplies in the neighbourhood. I wanted to tag along but my leg hurts really bad, we ran into some not so nice people, we were headed north, figured if the dead were frozen they couldn't bite us. But we had a long way to go. I don't have much to talk about besides that. So I guess I'll write to you later."

I put the diary back in the bag and stare at the ceiling. Ilse and I really need to go, but she says I need rest. Who cares about rest, we need to go north, I can rest later. I get up while leaning against the wall. I feel the pain shoot from my knee up to my hip. I think it was a knife, could be a sword, it was something sharp. I do hope it doesn't get infected. I open the door and look outside. I grab my knife and hold it tightly. I need to find Ilse. I walk towards the street and look around. Ilse where are you... I see one of the dead laying in front of one of the houses and I walk towards it, it's dead. I open the front door and enter the house, as I close the door I knock a few times on a wall and wait. I hear a few footsteps coming from dow the stairs. I put my back against a while and hold the knife up, ready to stab. I wait until it's close enough for me to stab it. I turn towards it, but it pushes me over, "What the fuck?! It's me you asshole." I look up and see Ilse bending over me sticking out her hand to help me up, I grab it and I get up with her help. "Most people say sorry when they almost accidentally kill their friend." She says jokingly. "Who says I'm your friend?" I reply. She looks at me and we both giggle, ofcourse she's my friend, I'd do anything for her and I know she'd do the same for me. Ilse looks down, "I thought I told you to stay put." I enter what looks like the living room, "I know, but I got bored." She stops me, "I'm serious Peila, we don't need your leg to get infected... or worse." She walks to a drawer and opens it, "I don't want to lose you too. So please sit down and let me do the searching." I nod and I sit down on the couch. It's pretty comfortable. I hear Ilse in the kitchen looking for food. I can hear her making happy noises and sometimes grumpy noises. We've been doing this for the past month. Just looking through houses taking whatever we need. But we've been finding less and less, "I found some medicine. Oh, it's aspirin." I hear her shout from the kitchen. I hear footsteps coming towards me and then see her sit down next to me. She hands me a pill and a bottle of water, "Maybe it helps, I'm not a doctor." I nod, can't ever be too sure. I put the pill in my mouth and taste the bitterness of the pill as I open the bottle. I drink a bit of water and swallow the pill whole. I will never get used to the taste. "We should get back to the house." She says as I hand her the bottle. I nod, "I hope this pill magically heals my leg so we can find a car that actually works." I say as we get up. Ilse supports me as I struggle to walk, "How did you get all this way by yourself?" I smile, "I missed you that bad." She shakes her head, "Stupid." She says as she giggles. As we finally enter the house we see our stuff laying all over the place. My diary is on the table, open. Everything that was inside of something isn't inside of that thing anymore, cabins, bags, closets, it's all opened. It's a mess. Ilse helps me sit down on the couch, "Maybe it's good that you didn't stay..." Ilse says as she sits down on the ground to clean everything up. "What do you mean 'good' we just got robbed!" She turns her head back at me, "We didn't, at least I don't think we're missing anything. We still have our canned foods. We still have all of our medicine and our bottles of water. We also still have our empty bottles. I don't think we're missing anything by the looks of it. What if it was just a walker we missed or one that got in somehow." I look at the stuff on the ground, "The dead don't open bags and cabins. And I'm pretty sure we cleared this place and that I closed the door." She looks at the bag in her hand. "But what else could it have been?" I look at Ilse, "I have no idea. All I know is that we have to watch our back."