a survivors diary

19th september 2020

my name is Evie and i fled my home in Minnesota, with my best friend Della And her boyfriend, Jon. We couldn't leave Jon's brother behind so we brought him with us, his name is Knox. we are pretty geared up for weapons, except Jon, he's the brains of the group, so is Della, really, but she's pretty good with her fists. so she can fight. Im mainly good with knives and Knox is pretty good with his pistol, his aim to the head is spectacular.

we mainly spend our days walking, fighting zombies and talking about where we wanna go when its all over. we just get to the edge of Lanesboro, when we see five people, completely decked out in weapons ranging from shotguns, to axes, to tridents, who would need a trident?, to bats, one of the girls literally has a bat. Knox immediately takes aim with his pistol, and what looks like their leader takes aim with his shotgun. I can't help but stare at him. There's always something attractive about the guy you can't have.

we stand at an uneasily silent aim for what feels like hours, even though its only a couple of minutes, each of us knowing our squad could be knocked down, completely, by the sound of one bullet.

"Stand down!" their Leader commands. they drop their weapons, which leaves us to do the same. i shoot Della a look and she shrugs.

"where are you heading?" i ask as i walk over to them as silently as i can, which is quite hard to do on the rubble, my finger not leaving the handle of my knife for a second.

"cali" he says, probably meaning California. "the weather there weakens the zombies balance, causing them to melt, which is pretty gross, and stumble, right in front of you. At least, that's what we've heard." he says with a low, but somewhat, dehydrated voice. I toss him a bottle of water from my backpack, and he gulps it down, leaving none in the bottle.

There are still a few Gas stations and shops around, most of them are either destroyed or desolate, but i know i few good ones, that are still full.

"Do you all need food, and water?" i ask, feeling instantly dumbfounded,

"yeah, know any good places? we've searched and searched but we keep finding very little, or empty shops." he murmurs almost so i can't hear him.

"there are some shops her that lay completely untouched, but we had all of the things we needed" i explain as he wipes the sweat from his head with his jacket.

"thanks, uh?" he questions

i respond with "Evie"

"Daniel, Daniel Miller" he says.

Suddenly, we heard a growl and we band our backs together so nothing attacks us from behind. i spot the hideous creature stumbling towards us and throw my knife deep into its eye socket, and straight into its brain. Everyone from the other squad looks at me, absolutely astonished, and then the girl with the bat exclaims
"damn Eve, you're pretty good with that knife, i'm Amber by the way."

"thanks, you seem pretty cutthroat with your bat" i admired.

"how old are you? you seem pretty young to have survived the 'apocalypse'" amber says.

"i'd be turning 17 next week actually, but i guess i won't be celebrating much, one more year of what? i don't exactly have a life" i let out a shy laugh and we carry on walking

I lead the second squad to one of the shops and we stock up, each of us filling our backpacks as much as we could i fill mine with mainly water and dense, high calorie foods that will keep me full. When i notice what the second squad is doing i shoot up, and snapped at them to stop, and empty their backpacks. I am horrified to see that they took no care when packing food, or drinks. i tell them to pack as little packets of chips as they can, as they mostly contain air, and have very little energy.

"Guys, what are you doing?" i question, knowing that the answer is idiotic.

"filling our backpacks" Daniel answers. as he drinks another bottle of water. Damn he must be thirsty.

"you are doing it all wrong" i yelled, snatching the backpack off of Daniel.I carefully pack smaller items with more nutrition, like dried fruit and crackers alongside water. i do end up throwing in some other snacks, like chocolate bars and some sweets, because i know ill crave them sooner or later, and i feel bad for being bossy. 'you're not bossy, you just need to survive' i think to myself, snapping out of the pitiful mood. We head on our way and hear another growl. this time we're too late...

𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗼, 𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗜𝗺 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

i edited this chapter on 1/8/20 so it's a lot better :)