I’m not even sure what I’m doing right now, but it’s better than being out there.

I used to keep a journal all the time, but like the rest of my stuff, I lost it when all of this craziness happened. I hope the other nurses don’t mind if one scrap of paper goes missing from this desk. When the world’s practically falling down around you, you forget the simple pleasures like having clean paper and a pencil just to jot down some thoughts.

I’ve been in town only about a day and I already found myself a job at the hospital. It’ll keep me busy, and my mind off of current events.

How long has it been since I left the college? Three months? Six? I can’t even remember now. But, here I am, as relatively safe as I can be at the moment, scribbling nonsense on a page.

I’ve always kept to myself, hence the lack of social skills, but today I met Dessa at the hospital when I came here to offer my help. I’m not going to expect these hunters to go out scavenging for supplies for us, getting hurt or dying in the process, without lending a hand myself. I’m going to use what I learned to help these people, or at least try my hardest to. Anyway, off topic. She seems very nice, and I look forward to getting to meet the rest of my “coworkers” (if I want to retain some shred of normalcy here and call them something other than my fellow desperate survivors). This could be a nice change of pace for me. (If by change of pace, you mean something other than running from zombies.)

All the while, I’ll be keeping an eye out for my Dad. I don’t know if he was just late looking for me at the college, but I couldn’t risk my own safety waiting around for him any longer. I hope he didn’t run into a trap there…but he’s a smart man, even if he did, he would have made it out. Maybe we’ll meet up soon. I don’t know. I’ll just keep hoping I see him instead of his rotting corpse, or my worse fear yet, his rotting corpse still walking. I don’t want to have to be the one to put him down if that ever happens.

Sounds like footsteps and talking. Dessa waking up from her nap, perhaps? Maybe I’ll write more later.