Survival Mode

Chapter Fifteen

I apologize for not writing in my journal for quite some time... A lot has happened since last journal entry. We found two new girls and took them in, my father has apparently gone missing, I dislocated two of my fingers and completely damaged my hand... It has been hard so excuse me if I have forgotten to mention anything else significant...or at least something interesting... For some reason when ever I write in this journal - I feel as if I'm talking to someone other than myself. It is strange, is it not?

Enough of that chat. There has been something I've been apparently hiding for quite some time and it is time to confess of it... I believe I may have the slightest of feelings for this...Shellington Bjorgman... I know, I know - how idiotic of me... I am basically committing adultery toward Michael but isn't he dead? My mind has already accepted that fact...it's my heart that hasn't moved on... And now it's beginning to...at least I think. If I may have a possible crush on Shellington it means I've moved on correct?

Times are difficult around here. The zombie apocalypse is intensifying...so many people have been lost to them... The other day a police came by to count up how many people were still remaining alive in Burkland. He came back with results earlier this morning. Fifty - three remain. There was at least...a little over a thousand people here...now they've either moved out of Burkland or were lost to those...idiots...monsters...people have called them a lot of things but I'm started to dwell on the word 'walkers'. It sounds suitable.

I believe it is time for me to go. There is so much on my mind right now...I would take hours to explain my life's obstacles at the moment but right now I'm extremely busy. Killing zombies, searching for my missing father, controlling these stupid feelings over Shellington... He held my hand and I like him because of that! I need to get ahold of myself. I'm falling in love again and last time it didn't end so well. Everyone knows what happened to Michael...not the whole story of course, but the majority of it. It's too painful... I will write later. ~ Dashi

Dashi closed her journal with a loud exasperated sigh. It was afternoon time - which meant only around eight hours until the zombies began to awaken from their daily day long sleep and start attacking the remaining fifty - three survivors... Soon enough there would only be twelve and someone would need to take command.

This was considered a lot by Dashi herself. She never truly had the intention of becoming the leader of Burkland...but the large town itself was slowly dying off and someone needed to guide the poor, misfortunate humans within it. She was told many times in many ways that she was a terrific leader...Dashi was only accepting the compliment now.

With this being thought through, Dashi stood to her feet and left for the living room. Tweak, Tunip, Tominow, Peso, and Shellington sat on the comfortable seats. Dashi shivered as she took a glance at Shellington. He had the most beautiful shade of blue eyes...messy brown hair...Dashi chided herself for pointing out his many features.

Finally someone noticed her presence. It was Tominow - and she smiled when she turned to look at Dashi. "Dashi! Have a seat, please," she said to her. Dashi nodded her head and entered the immense room. The only seat open was unfortunately...beside Shellington.

God...damn it. She grumbled under her breath and sat slowly down beside Shellington. He smiled sweetly at her as if he were an innocent lamb... Dashi returned the genuine smile then quickly turned away with an annoyed frown. She then looked to the refugees and let out a sigh. "I want to take command over Burkland before anyone else dies from these inevitable zombies."

Oh and look! Shellington was of course, the first to protest against Dashi's decision : "No way Dashi. There is absolutely no way I am allowing you to take command over Burkland! If I recall you said you were twenty - two... And besides you are a -"