Diary,
My body aches. My head aches. My eyes hurt when they move in my sockets. I can hear my blood moving through my head and my ears. Pounding and pulsing and making my head a bass drum. I feel so bad. So hurt. I just need to stay in my room and out of everyone's way.
I'm so scared now. I know I'm sick. I'm so sick. But I can't leave. I can't go to the clinic they'll kill me. I want to see my family again. I want my mom and dad to take care of me and tell me I'll get better. But they're gone. St.Louis has been devastated by the monsters. They took my mom first. I got a letter from the government. She was found last November. My dad had turned. He came to pick up my brothers and...
I can't think like this, I just want my family back. I don't want to become like my dad. I don't want to be a monster! Okay. Okay. I have to think rationally. I didn't get bit right? So I am not a zombie. I'm just sick. sick sick sick sick sick sick sick. I have to stay positive, even though it hurts to move.
A two friends came to see me last night, Ryan and Michael. Even with the plague threatening to make a come back they're still in good spirits. They came to my door and wanted to come in and hang out, and they hadn't seen me in awhile. I feel so rotten. They tried to pushed past me into my room and I snapped at them. My two best friends on staff and I screamed at them. I want to cry, I didn't mean to kick them out, but the light from the hallway stung my eyes and they way they pushed into my room, my home, it just made me want to...
Oh shit...I wanted to bite them...
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