I found another survivor. Her name is Ruth she was holed up in a house I broke into. She nearly shot me before I knew she was there. I came in through the window and was going through the kitchen drawers when she walked in. As I remember it I raised my hands and told her not to shoot but she says I screamed like a little girl so she knew I wasn’t a zombie. What ever happened I’m glad I met her. Ruth is a woman in her fifties and herself and her husband lived in this house for the past 30 years. He went out to look for some food a few days ago and didn’t come back. She thinks he was just delayed somewhere and will be back soon. I don’t have the heart to tell her he won’t be coming back. She is treating me like a kid but its kind of nice having someone taking care of me
Journal entry nine. Don’t go crazy.
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