It's not right. I've lost everyone and now-now I have to go on because I promised I would. God I'm such an idiot. I'm alone and scared and all I want to do is be with my family again...but I can't. The worst part is, I know I can make it. I've beaten off so many of the infected already, and I'm not too bad at using the knife and gun I have: I just really don't want to. Why survive when there's nothing left to live for? *sigh* I miss them...but I don't break my promises. I'll always remember those last words: "You're Okay". Hah- I wish.