Never Thought It Would Be Real

Here I am doing what I usually do, sit on my couch by the front window with my gun in hand. Watching as the brainless beings walk past. Occasionally snarling or eating some dead body on the ground. I sometimes I see people I know, they mean nothing to me. They certainly don't now.

Sometimes I hear crying from behind my mums door, I know it's from Pearl. I used to want to desperately go and soothe her, but she isn't herself anymore neither is mum or Jane. They are probably starving, what could I feed them that isn't myself?

I wonder if there is anyone else out there that is normal, I'm not brave, I know that. The only time I went outside was going out to the backyard to get wooden planks, nails and a hammer. My house is pretty secure, I wish I had the guts to put my family and friend out of their misery.

The days go by slowly. Sometimes the flesh eaters come so close to the window you can see their milky white lifeless eyes, I always hold my breathe. I am scared, but who wouldn't be? I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss going to school, I miss people saying hello to me. I miss writing and making art.

To pass the time I've read every single book in the house about twenty times and I've been planning on what I would do if someone finds me. Each night I have one can of food, mum was very superstitious that the world was going to end, so each week for about three years she would by a can of food. I can't deny that it wasn't helpful.

Pearl has started crying again, it puts cracks in my heart. She's only 10. She doesn't deserve this, no one does.

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