So I’ve never kept a regular old “Dear Diary” type of journal before but eh.. why not? By the way I’m listening to the song The Worst Carnival. It’s a cover I found on youtube and downloaded way before shit hit the fan. Artist was called JubyPhonic. Got a whole playlist from her.

Dear Diary

Wazzup Diary?!

Yo,

So here we are huh journal? I found you in the dumpster y’know. You looked pretty dumb when I first found you in that dumpster.. Seriously, you have rainbow unicorns with sunglasses on them with a pink star background. You’ve even got pages already torn out. But the longer I looked at your dumb thug life unicorns the more I didn’t wanna part with you. But that’s enough of our little dumpster love story! Lemme tell you about my day. Today I woke up in the hospital. Don’t worry, I wasn’t injured. It’s where I’m staying until I can settle into this place.. If I settle in this place. I decided that since Doctor Kay helped me out with my nose last night I would apply at the hospital as a nurse trainee.. we’ve all had to be doctors at some point in this new world am I right? Anyways, since I probably won’t be making a whole lot of money I got myself a secondary job at the diner.  It’s called the Sam N’ Ella. I know what you’re thinking… and yah, I agree. Sounds like Salmonella.. like EXACTLY like it. Well almost but it’s extremely similar. Anyroad! After that I went wandering, didn’t see Lara or Juno all day so I went farther into the Fringe. And guess who I saw? Drew. Or as I like to call him “Mr. Broodypants” our first meeting was not all rainbows and sunshine, but I think I sort of made it my mission to make him my friend? And.. it’s working. I think. He gave me a cigarette today and actually didn’t call me bitch. He was actually really nice today. Been that way ever since we were attacked yesterday and I pretty much saved him from getting ran over by a blonde lunatic guy who charged us like a fucking bull. Claimed Drew raped and killed his late girlfriend. Drew denied it of course but you never know. Needless to say though yeah I sided with Drew on this. Got my nose broken! But anyways! I’m getting off track. So as we were talking and smoking I pointed out that his ax was missing. (He usually carries it on his back) And then he said he had a knife and pulled it out of his bag and flipped it open and then… FUCKING CUT HIMSELF LIKE A GOD DAMN IDIOT.  Seriously what is up with guy? I mean I know that the end of the world changed a lot of people but god damn, to cut yourself in front of someone. To be honest though, I was really worried. I ended up dropping my cigarette by accident (god dammit) and soaked up some of the blood on his arm with a piece of cloth I had in my bag. I told him that just because it might not hurt him like it would hurt a lot of others that it doesn’t make him any less stupid. But yeah, I tended to him. He isn’t the type who likes to be touched but he let me work for at least a moment before pulling away. Told me I should stop caring. Wanna know the shitty part? I don’t think I can stop caring. I want to protect everyone. And yes.. I know.. it’s stupid when you think about it. I’ll never be able to protect and save everyone.. but I’m going to try. And it looks like this place really needs it. I’m going to do my best. Anyway I invited him to the party at the diner but I knew he wouldn’t show up but if he wanted I wouldn’t mind. He’s my friend after all. But yeah, we parted ways and I went back into town, got the job as a server at Sam N’ Ella (still can’t get over the name) and worked the party. I made apple swans for the guests and gave them all a few sprays of lemon juice to keep them from browning. Got some coffee for this guy who kept calling me “babe”. I was a waitress in my home town for a couple of years when I was in high school, wasn’t new to me so I shrugged it off. I SHOULD have reached over and slammed his fucking face on the counter till he died of shock but I didn’t wanna get fired the first day. Need to make that monmon bruh. Brought this Keeper guy some water while he was on duty watching over the party goers, felt bad he couldn’t party it up either. Shame too, nothing bad even happened. Better safe then sorry though I suppose. Went back to my station and sat there blaring music on my headphones the rest of the night.

New song just came on. Toumei Answer – JubyPhonic.

So the party ended, I went for a walk. Ran across a biter, killed it with a kitchen knife I got from the diner and got scraped up though. Oh well. Didn’t want it to happen again so I asked around town about buying a gun. Surprise surprise the barkeep knew where to get them. Just like in video games man, barkeeps/innkeeps know everything about everything. I paid for some moonshine then asked her about it. Her boyfriend Tah sells guns but I didn’t have nearly enough cash on me. Oh well. Got a free shot of moonshine out of it though when I told her my financial woes. By the way, moonshine fucking sucks. Maybe I’ll get use to it. So I went about and dumpster dived and ended up finding a whole box of handgun ammo. Go figure, it was useless to me. So I sold it to some guy at the Garage who owns a husky named Frankie. He bought the bullets off me for $500. Fine by me. Then a bunch of people showed up and were all hurt and bloody, followed by a few biters. They went inside, I killed a biter. Then twisted my ankle when one toppled me over. If there’s one thing biters are good at it’s throwing their fucking weight around. Anyway, killed that but my ankle was way fucked up. Went inside to check on the stragglers who were apparently friends of Garage Guy and they were patching each other up. Think one of them was a medic? They helped me with my ankle. After that I said my goodbyes and dipped out. Went back to the hospital. And now here I am, in the barracks hiding in bed using the light of my ipod shuffles screen to see your pages as I write. And now… dear diary.. I’m going to sleep. Catch you on the flip side.

  ~ Danielle Walker