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  “Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other” ― Veronica Roth Kali sat on her new bed in that bare, gray room on...

Arklay: Day 126 Another quiet day at the hospital, working in the shelter. Hadn’t seen anyone around lately. Not sure where the new arrivals are. Guess maybe they slipped out some time in the early morning. Maybe they’ll be back. Maybe not. Most usually do return though. I guess maybe...

Been awhile again since I made an update. Not much has been happening here and there though. Town’s been pretty quiet as of late. Days go by where I don’t see much more than a scant soul. Not too sure where the other folks went off to. Heard Silvi’s gone....

August 1st.. Yep, I know the date finally! 2016 I survived whatever the hell illness that was. Just by chance. Flu maybe? Strong one at that. Unfortunately, Billias and I were not successful in keeping it quarantined to just our apartment at the eights. Now Darla is sick and suspects...

  Why…why did it have to be you.. Christian? You left me here, in this hell. Granted I have been searching for you for months now. I have stumbled upon this generally docile place. Arklay. You would have loved the people I have met so far. Each day.. I feared you were gone....

I’m going to sit here and write in this thing like a teenage girl spilling her secrets to a bunch of paper. I’m not convinced this is going to go anything for me, but what else is there to do? Laying here in this damn bed, my brain going crazy...

Date – Unsure I’m not entirely sure how I’ve made it this far.. Once banded together by a core group of 8, only to be the last one standing. Some died from the clutches of the infected, some murdered from the anger of humans. Some parted their own ways, and...

Fucking damn hard to believe two weeks have passed by. He’s slowly still adapting to the economy and relations with those who control might live and die. Mainly those with water, food and supplies. It’s definitely an small-scale oligarchy here, but seemingly a benign one. Cobb was a mess when he got here....

*The breath that she could hear had to be her own. She was held up in some abandoned building, curled up in a cabinet, hoping it wouldn’t come crashing down with her weight. If not for her breath, the soft creaking of the wood was the only other noise. Did...

Arklay: Day 35, 2016 Well, it’s been some time since I made an update. Lots has happened, few things have changed. Where do I even begin with it all? Well, let me see. Shelter’s been a little busy as of late. Folks come in, folks go out. Donations have been...