Diary entry 1: I didn't think this would be the first thing I wrote in here but...here we are.
There was an outbreak. An experiment gone wrong. People with...black veins crawling over their skin, the entirety of their eyes are a misty grey color, like...what some people say a blind person's eyes look like. Their teeth, specifically their canines are unnaturally sharp. At first, I thought they were vampires or something, but no. You can see a burning, insatiable hunger in their eyes. I think they're blind, but their hearing seems to be pretty good. They don't seem to know who they are, how to speak or anything, like they sort of have no mind, no sense of right from wrong. I've seen them rip into a person's flesh, tearing with their teeth like animals, ripping people to shreds with their..long, claw like hands.
I've decided to call them, des morts-viva. The living dead. I've heard people call them zombies, the walking dead. But I think living dead works better. They're not...dead dead. But I've heard that some of them have dropped dead after being bitten, then come back and start attacking other people. I've found out that there are two types: the ones that can bite you and make you like them, they're quick, and roam just about everywhere you go out. Then there's créatures de la terre, earth creatures. They live in the ground, and will shoot their arms out and grab you, trying to pull you under the earth with them, where they'll suffocate you, then...eat you. Completely. Or so I've heard.
This one group of people I stayed with, said that they've seen the créatures de la terre at night, torturing their prey. Eating at them while they're still alive. Sounds horrible, but I don't know if it's actually true, or if they're just exaggerating to scare me or something. Ah...I've been writing for a while now, and my hand is starting to cramp. It's dark out right now, and I should be getting to sleep. I'm going to look for mom and dad tomorrow. Hopefully they're okay...
Camille
I hate this. God, I hate this. You have no idea how much of a pain in my...my… behind this is. This is why I hate kids. They couldn’t be more annoying, more aggravating if they tried. This is why I travel alone. I don’t even know why I picked the damn kid up. Should’ve left him to die on his own, risking my damn life for this idiot, biggest mistake of my damn life. And he’s too curious for his own good, keeps asking about the marks on my arms. I’ve already told the kid to mind his own business. He just doesn’t listen, and that just...it really pisses me off. And I feel that...that...urge again. I haven’t eaten in days, had fresh water, or found a proper shelter to sleep in. I’m losing my mind, and this kid, if he doesn’t just...shut up, he’ll see what happens when I’m pushed far enough.
Sam
Okay, so, this is, officially, the scariest day of my life. And the most confusing. I never thought, I mean I had hoped, that zombies were real. I also thought they were like, super slow, dumb creatures, but no, they are pretty dang fast, and sometimes really smart. Like...smarter than Einstein almost. Well not really. But yeah...Okay, so here's how it all went down: The day was like any other normal, boring day. I was on my way to school, deciding to walk today because one: it was a really nice day out, and mom kept complaining about how much I needed to exercise, and two..err..three? Harper said she was going to walk since her dad's car was broken down. She didn't say it to me, no no no, she would never actually SPEAK to me. I overheard, not spied on, her and her friends and her chatting at lunch. So I decided, OF COURSE I'm going to walk to school as well. And things were good. We walked on different sides of the street, and I peeked over at her at any chance I got, which, fortunately for me, was a lot. But THEN Ohio, then, that's when they came out of nowhere.
I was attacked from behind, and almost had a great attack. I had let out one of the manliest screams ever, which attracted Harper's attention, and ran for my life to the other side of the street to her. The zombo dude followed me, moving like the freaking flash and that's when Harper let out a super girly scream, getting the things attention, and looked to me, she actually looked at me, like I was her hero, and I...I um...ran away from her, leaving her and Mr. Zombo dude. I heard her call after me, SHE KNEW MY NAME!, but uh...I kept runnin. Gosh, I just know I disappointed her, and I feel bad but...I feel like any other person would have done the same if they were, more than slightly, only a little more, scared of some guy bolting towards them with blood on his face and vampire-like teeth. Anywho, skip a few hours after that, I ran back home after I saw the school surrounded by police and bloody corpses. I was home for Maybe thirty minutes before some crazy lady broke into my house and started stealing all our food! I tried to heroically defend home base, but she had a gun that she just shoved all up in my face once she realized I was even there. Me, being the smart guy that I am, decided it was best not to provoke her any further, so I held my hands up and asked her very nicely to just calm down.
Then she started...lifting my shirt and pants legs and I was like, 'woah lady, wait a second, I'm taken!', by a girl who has no idea of existence', well she does now, but probably hates it. But she was just like, 'Are you bitten, kid?' And I was like, 'Kid?!' But she wasn't having it, so I just told her no and she let me go to continue stealing my precious food. Then there was this loud scream, and a zombo lady came crashing in, with three dudes right behind her. We were outnumbered, and just as I was about to rush to take down the enemies, the crazy lady looked between us and the enemies, then growled, and for a second I thought she was a zombie too, before yanking my arm so hard, I swear it was pulled out of its socket for a second, and we fled the scene from the back door in the kitchen.
I really should have listened to mom and exercised more, because we were running for what felt like hours after that, and I was sweating bathtubs after like, thirty seconds, and my legs were on fire. We finally stopped at this small, lit up motel to rest. There was no one else there by the way. The crazy lady pushed furniture against the door, and at that moment, I realized she had a ton of scars on her arms where her jacket sleeves were ripped. I asked her about them, because I was, of course, concerned about her, but she just glared at me like I ate the last cookie in the cookie jar or something. But I didn't give up, even now, I'm still trying to get her to tell me, but she just looks like she wants to kill me. I should probably stop asking, huh?...
Camille
Did this kid really just ask me that? "Yeah, you should, before you end up with a few of your own." Should've stopped asking after the first time I told you to. "I'm going to check to make sure there's no other entrances in here, you press that television stand against the window, got it?" Without waiting for the kid's response, I quickly heading to the back rooms, checking for any other doors, and making sure to barricade any windows. This place smells like a horse's ass, but it's the best damn place we've got for now. God, do these people not keep these rooms clean? Why do people even come here? Shaking my head and letting out a sigh, I headed to the small, cramped bathroom, shutting the door behind me and blocking out the kid's annoying voice as he began trying to ask me more questions about my appearance. A quick shower, then I'll be on the lookout till morning. God, I hope they at least still have hot water. Well, any water at all, anyways.
