2. The days as they go by
It's been 6 years since the dead came back. I've never been alone for more than a day since the first day they came. But now I'm alone for and I've been alone for 2 weeks. I'm fine with food and water but I need to slow down on the eating and drinking because I don't want to get low on resources. This house I need to leave I no that though but I can't. All these memories of when I was little are killing me. They are litterly ripping me to shreds. I sleep most of the time though and if I'm not asleep I just watch. I watch the dead scratch the Windows I hear the dead moan and bang on my door. I suppose if I stay here too long ill go crazy, like that would matter, maybe it would be better. No. Definitely not an option. I owe it to my brother he said to stay safe, he loved me and I let him down and he still loves me and still believes in me. Believed. I threw a tantrum yesterday my rooms a mess and everything but the mattress and some posters are on the floor. Isn't life great.
The days keep going by, me barely know anything.
Until I hear the a knock on the door.