It’s been about three weeks since Olennah’s adapted to this parking garage. Two months without a meal for me. Two months without my little brother and Benjamin. Three months without my mum. Four months since it’s been safe in any country besides America. The only roles we have are to get food, run, try to not get sick, and stay alive. But it’s so hard. There’s no news anymore, I don’t know how to tell if something is spreading or if it’s gone. It’s just a wild guess. That’s it.
I miss Camden so much. The only thing I have left of him is this cheeky little bracelet he made me a year ago for my sixteenth birthday. The only thing I have left of Benjamin is the hat he left. And the only thing I have left of my mum is the thought of her. We never got along, but we still cared for each other. I never thought something so comic-like could actually happen. This is living hell. It’s so messed. I used to have nightmares about a zombieesque outbreak, and now it’s happened. It’s an actual living nightmare, and I can’t wake up.
