Blood

Blood. That's all I smell in this dilapidated house. What was it used for before? I don't know, but I see a turned over baby cot just in that corner... and probably the remains of its owner.

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Sorry, I just puked. That last drop of water I managed to drink before the zombies came is beside me right now, and I can't help but think how wasteful it is.

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Before I could even think of drinking it all up again from the blood-stained floor, I decided to move away. I think I'm safer now. I'm in the basement. There's no stench of blood here, only this musty smell that proved the people of this house never bothered coming down those steps. No wonder the trapdoor creaked so badly earlier. Good thing no zombies heard me.

It took quite a while for my eyes to adjust to the near-darkness before I could continue writing in this rather torn-up diary. It's hard to even imagine that it was still intact just hours ago. The papers and paperback are half-torn, and they're all coated with dust and my thumbprints. My pen is hardly recognisable now; what was previously baby blue is now dark grey.

Oh, shit. The tears are coming on again. I just remembered when mom and dad died trying to fight those zombies away. I don't know where Sam is now, but knowing how she's been since we were young, strong and dependable like the older sister she is, it's possible that she's still alive. It's just... what if she's not? Should I be killing myself now, to join my family in heaven?

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Just cried a bucket. I can't believe myself. I don't even remember when I cried last, and I had to give the zombies the satisfaction. Way to go, Em.

Anyway, I've decided. Instead of staying here sulking and choosing death, I think I'm going to try to head outside to find some help. Maybe I can find some survivors, and then we could... survive together. I don't know, but it's better than staying here. Emma Reyes is not one to give up so easily. That's right.

Well, if this is my last entry on here, it just means that I'm most likely dead. I'll pray everyday that you land in safe hands, dear diary. You've been a good companion to me.

Love,

Emma