(( Please keep in mind that this journal is for IC purposes only. Anything negative said about your character(s) are not to be taken offence to OOCly.))

*Extra note: Ellie’s journal is thin, with a black spine and a worn, pale red cover. The journal itself is tattered, with patches of duct tape holding it together. The pages are crinkly due to withstanding mild water damage, but they are still quite reliable. Ellie’s handwriting is about a couple strokes away from chicken scratch. She writes messily, but it is possible for someone else to read, though with some straining involved!

My name is Ellie Sparks, and I used to love zombie movies. Games, too. It’s pretty ironic, isn’t it? We’d go see a movie or play a game like that, and when things were normal our version of entertainment was  imagining a zombie apocalypse. What we’d do, where we’d go. Wait to wear. We planned everything out. People even sold manuals on how to survive and the majority of us thought it was dumb as hell.

Boy, aren’t we regretting it now? It’s not fun anymore. I’ve seen the worst. There is go re-spawn point, unlimited ammo, no pause button. You can’t fast-forward through the parts you don’t want to see, or rewind to the scenes you want to last forever. One bite, even just a scratch and it’s Game Over.. I can’t bring myself to talk about what happened back in Atlanta yet. I know it’s just me reading this, but.. I guess I feel like writing it on paper finalizes it. It’s silly, I know. It’s already been finalized. But I just don’t want to believe it. I’m still hanging on to that image of him, before all of this. And I don’t know if I’ll ever let go…

SCAVENGE LOG:

11/1 Food can — sold for about $80 or so, can’t remember

10/31 Gasoline can — sold for $250