1 year later; 13 years old
It is now March 18th. My birthday. Yes, I'm still alone, no parents no sister. I now think they might not of made it. But I hate thinking like that. Through the year I think I've killed at least 30 scratchers trying to get in the house and 20 on my trips to get food and supplies. It's not safe here anymore. I hot wired a car about 10 minutes ago. Yeah I know I shouldn't be driving I'm only 13 but really? Who's gunna pull be over?
I was packing. In my backpack I have 2 pairs of pants, 3 tee shirts, 1 hoodie, and 3 long sleeve shirts, and the under clothing.
I grab about 5 pictures of me and my family and put it in my bag shedding a quick tear. I pack as much food as possible in my duffle bag.
I get my notebook and rip out a piece of paper, grab a pencil then write a note just in case my parents and sister come back.
Hi it's Elizabeth. Mum, dad, Cloe. If you come back and see this note just know that I'm alive and I'll keep on fighting for you guys. I left some cans of food and water bottles in the cabnet if you guys don't have anything. There is also a dollar store down the road that no one goes to. It has food and medicine. Be safe and know that I love you guys. Keep faith and I hope to find you guys someday. It's just not safe here for me anymore. I am leaving. I don't know were I'm going but just be safe guys. I love you. -Elizabeth Bines, March 18th
I wipe my tears away, grab my backpack and duffle bag and my blankets and put them in the backseat of the car then drove off.
6 long hours later
I saw the Georgia state line about 2 hours ago. I finally stop for the night because I'm only 13 and I almost crashed the car maybe a thousand times... I suck at driving and I'm really short so that sucks but hopefully I'll get better. I get out cause there's a little abandoned store. I throw a rock in, like I always do every building I'm about to go in. No scratchers. I slowly walk in knife up in defense. All I was looking for was a tent and if I'm lucky shampoo and cream rinse. 5 minutes later I found a small tent but unfortunately I didnt find shampoo or cream rinse. After setting my tent up in the woods I went to bed with my knife in my hand.
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