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Okay. So this is one of the first books I am trying to write. I hope you will all enjoy it, and don't forget to leave a comment on what you thought about it! ^-^
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London's P.O.V

Journal entry #24  ( month ? ), 2033

I am all alone. I haven't seen anyone for days...or weeks...maybe even a month. I haven't kept count of the days. I've only seen a few people but they all ran away. I am so lonely. I just need to see someone. I don't care if they leave me behind. I mean wouldn't it make sense that there could be more people around? Why would everyone leave me? I would know I'm not alone if that someone finds me. But that possibility is slim.

My food supply is low. I still have running water from the spare supply underground...but I should stop believing it will last forever. My parents went on a trip to Atlanta a few, well...however long ago to take care of their business, but I still don't want to believe they're gone. They were both in the military so they both have hand-to-hand combat skills, along with gun combat . So I know they're going to come back to me one day. Well, I have nothing more to talk about. So this is me signing off.

I love you, Blade...and I hope you know that wherever you are."

     Signed,
     London Rosemary Smith
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Present day

I remember when I would wake up to the smell of eggs or pancakes cooking on the stove downstairs. I would run downstairs, greet my parents with a, "morning!", and take a seat and scarf all the food down. Nowadays, that smell is no longer lingering in this house.  All I smell is mold, dust, and smells I can't even define. I have longed to leave this house, but for some reason, I have no desire to leave now. I have this sliver of hope that my parents will come back to get me. But like I said, a sliver. I used to have so much hope that I couldn't contain it. Now, I write in a journal to keep my thoughts down. And to keep track of what I have done every day.

I flutter my eyes open and stare at the ceiling. It felt like I was already awake for quite some time, which I probably was but I just didn't feel or know it. I sit up in my bed and stretch my arms. I look around my room, which almost everything I owned was purple or blue. Don't know WHY all of my stuff was purple or blue, ( it looks kinda tacky, but still) but I like the colors. I stand up slowly so I wouldn't get a head rush. But of course I did.

"Ah!! Damn it!" I whisper-yelled.

I sat down immediately. I held my head with my hands, hoping that it would stop. It eventually did, so, I got up and walked over to my dresser. I slid open a drawer only to find it was empty. I looked over at my clothes bin, and it was FULL. I was told by my mother that clothes aren't dirty the second you wear them. I looked down at my arms and saw the scars and somewhat new cuts and thought that should forget them for a day, so I just grabbed the shorts and a long sleeve shirt I saw on top of the pile. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, ( yes, I still can brush my teeth! ), and combed my hair.

I walked down the hallway when I thought I smelled smoke coming from downstairs. I quickly tiptoed down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I found no one, or rather, nothing.

"I guess my sniffer is broken again. ", I chuckled, "Well, now that I'm down here... I guess I'll eat something. I'm famished!"

I walk into the kitchen and look at all of the cabinets.

Which cabinet did I leave the spare food in? I mean, I know I only have a little left, but still.

I search through the cabinets above the stove, then the ones next to the sink, and the lazy Susan! And of course, the last place I checked was where the food was!

"Finally! I found it!" I hollered.

I covered my mouth as if I had just said something that I shouldn't have. But no one was around, and neither were the roaming ones. So there was really nothing to worry about.

I call them the roaming ones because of the way they walk. They are humans I guess but I still don't know much. I guess they are all sick. But that's all I heard from the Telly and radio.

I grabbed half of a energy bar and a few slices of dried banana chips. I ate them slowly so I could savor the last bit of food I would eat for the rest of the day. After I had eaten them all, I wiped my mouth so all of the crumbs would fall off my face.

I look over at the covered window that had blankets dangling loosely from the blinds. I slowly walk over to them and tug one blanket slightly to the right, just enough to see outside, or at least through the pieces of wood that have been nailed shut over the windows. No sign of life was anywhere. All that was out there was dust bunnies and trash fluttering in the wind.

I let go of the blanket and turn around.

I walked back up the stairs and into my bedroom.

'I need to go scavenge for some basic necessities. Such as FOOD!' I thought.

I rummage through some stuff on the floor until I found my bag. I haven't left the house since the breakout of the "Infection".

'Or at least that's what they called it...' I thought to myself.

So many people have died. I am most likely the last person on the face of the earth. I don't want to die...at least not yet.

"Checklist: spare clothes, check! Flashlight, check! Pocket knife, check! It looks like I have everything...except my pistol. I better grab that!" I exclaim.

I dropped to the ground and lied on my stomach to see underneath my dresser. I groped around under it until I felt a box-like figure. I grabbed it and pulled it out.

"There you are." I whispered to myself.

The box had a lock combo on it that way, no one could get to my gun. The numbers were 9-0-8-8-1. After I had put in those numbers I heard a small click, which meant it has opened. I opened the box, hoping that it would still be there... which it was, ( I have no idea why I would think it wasn't!).

I sigh in relief. I grab my pistol and some ammo from the lock-box and slam it shut. I take one last look around my room before I leave.

I remember when I first moved into this house. Everything I owned was pink. I was still a child when we first moved in here. Nowadays, everything is purple or blue. I walk downstairs and grab something out of my food cabinet. I knew that if something went wrong, I would need something to keep my energy going. I walk over to the front door and set down my backpack. I unzip the bag and rummage through everything I had brought. I had about  seven or eight keys for each lock I had put on the door, so I had to find them before I left. I felt around in my bag until I felt that cold, yet smooth, metal sensation of the keys. I unlocked every single padlock, or something other than that, on the door.

I crack the door open and felt a slight breeze. The light of day shone through the crevices of the door. I step out into the world, prepared for the gruesome journey ahead.

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-CamoGirl900