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together.”
    “These guys could be rapists,” Kristy said.
    “Hey!” Complained Keith, but she ignored him.
    She pulled me aside and we talked about it for a few minutes. She said that she didn’t trust them. I said that it didn’t matter. Even if she didn’t like them or trust them, they could offer us protection.
    Kristy wanted to know what they’d want in return.
    I knew what she was thinking: sex.
    I also knew what she was thinking: it’s the zombie apocalypse and none of us are on birth control anymore.
    We argued for what felt like forever, but as soon as Paul said, “I see another one,” we knew that we didn’t actually have any other choice. We couldn’t fight off a horde and the house was unsecure. We’d have to run.
    I hurried to my room and threw my few possessions in my backpack, wishing for the millionth time that this was any other situation, wishing for my mother, wishing for a world where I didn’t have to constantly fear for my life.
    We loaded up the car as quickly as we could, not bothering to waste bullets or our time on the ambling Infected walking toward the car. We said silent goodbyes to the house, then we took off. Destination: unknown.
     

     
    April 12 th
    We made it down back roads for about an hour before the car finally sputtered out of gas. When it stopped, we had just passed a tiny little Podunk town. There were no zombies there that we could see, but we decided to keep moving forward instead of backward.
    Our goal was to find a place to stay that had some sort of water supply. We either needed a well or a creek. The last house we were at, the one where I was learning to knit, that house had nothing. We were existing solely on stolen water bottles, but those were almost gone.
    We walked in silence for a long time. The sun set and as soon as it did, we could hear their sounds. I walked close to Paul. It was cold, but I was also scared. I jumped when I heard a sound and he surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. It wasn’t a sexual or unwanted gesture. It made me feel safe.
    It made me feel like I might just be okay. Maybe.
    Just when we thought we were all going to go crazy, we spotted an old cow shelter. It was a barn, sort of. I think it used to be. Now it was obviously a place where farmers let their cattle go during rain and storms. There weren’t any doors and the roof was caving in. For cows, it was probably a horrible place to stay. For us, it was perfect.
    We went inside the building, which was basically falling down. There was a small loft and a ladder. We all scurried up and cuddled together on the loft, passing out almost as soon as we got there.
    I don’t know how we made it that far, but we did.
    I’m exhausted and my flashlight battery is almost gone. Time to go to sleep.
     

     
    April 13 th
    It’s been almost a month since I got this journal. An entire month. It feels like I’ve lived years in this apocalyptic hell-hole, but I haven’t. It’s been only two months since the outbreak. Two months and everything has changed.
    We left the barn and kept walking. We passed a couple of boarded-up houses, but ignored them. If a place has been boarded up, it either has survivors inside or dead bodies. Neither are things we want to deal with.
    The thing about being in the country is that there aren’t many zombies because there aren’t many people. Part of me wishes that I had a weapon and a horde of zombies to fight. At least that way, I’d feel like I had something to do. As it is, I just feel bored constantly, which I guess is better than being dead.
    Maybe.
    Keith was the one who spotted the house we picked. It was back from the road, surrounded by trees. I didn’t even see it as we walked along the dirt road. I wonder how many other people passed this one by. It gave me a strange sense of comfort and hope that even though we have to live in this creepy old house, at least most survivors won’t notice it from the road.