Saturday, February 25, 2012
These kids need to snap out of it. I would have moved on by now. No food. They didn’t bring any with them. They probably had food before me. Seriously thinking about going to the house where their tree house was. Probably be to hard for them to go. Might not be happy if I mention it to them. Need them to lead me back though. I’m sure I would find it. Eventually. Can’t be roaming the streets with zombies out there. Kid zombies. Fast zombies. Have to think about how to get them going.
Friday, February 24, 2012
I feel bad for them, but had to remind them that we were in danger. At least that is what I think. That is what they led me to think. They still didn’t say much. One whispered that they knew. I think. Been on the look out. Window to window. Haven’t seen anything. Thinking about this house. The kids might be right. Seems like one of the safer ones. Still. Never can be safe enough.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Boys are upset. Stopped talking. In shock maybe. Each in their own spots in the house. They take turns crying. I watch from a distance. I don’t know them. Not sure what to say. Not much to say. It happens to everyone in Zombieville. Friends die. You have to kill friends. When Ethan died I just wanted to be alone. Thoughts were racing. Did that really happen? Why him? Why me? Why not me? Still not over it. Getting into situations like this is a constant reminder.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Just when I was trying to relax. Can you believe it journal? Am the babysitter now?
James and what is his name. I keep forgetting. Came to me in a panic. I knew they knew where I was. Said their friend turned. Sort of. Still not sure what that means, but they are short on answering questions now. So apparently he bit another one of them, who didn’t say anything. He turned, and it got out of control quickly. It happens. They are still pretty upset. I think they had to kill some of their friends. Name had blood on him. Right now we are hiding in one of the houses they say is the safest. Apparently they didn’t kill all of their friends. Not sure why they came running to me. Or was I just in the right place. Maybe wrong place.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
I didn’t realize it, but I think the kids marked each house. Differently. Maybe that they have been there. They took everything. If it was a safe house. Dangerous one. There was a check mark in one. An x in another. One had holes in the wall in some kind of pattern. Didn’t pay attention to it. Maybe it wasn’t them or just nothing. Mystery.