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Entry 13

And people thought I was a presumptuous bastard?

Yeah, well I'm nothing compared to this cretin. 

Dirk and I decided it was time for a vehicle upgrade, if only it were this easy before the apocalypse, after wanting to rip Sollux's face off just for being him...and the temptation to just toss Terezi out of the car before she started holding us back it was decided that a roomier mode of transportation would be best for all of us.

Sollux stayed behind with Terezi and her dog, I'm not sure what they were doing while we were gone. I don't think I really want to know actually. 

While looking for a car that wasn't entirely scrap I might have attracted a few dozen Rotters our way. Typically, us Striders wouldn't run, but they were coming from all ends. Left without a choice we took safety in an old Mc Donald's. Amazing how this place is still the last place I'd eat even if it were the end of the world. 

When I thought this would be it for my brother and I, fuckin' Robin Hood came crashing through the fucking glass like some banshee. With brilliantly vivacious blue eyes that managed this stupid glimmer in probably the darkest spot in the whole fucking building. He smiled at us with this crooked smile, why the fuck wasn't he wearing his gas mask?

This guy seemed pretty theatrical, after smashing through the glass window he strummed several strings of his guitar then wildly swung his guitar around. Acting as if he were invincible he charged into the mod and one after another swung the guitar making head shot after head shot.

Man, I hate this guy.

After escaping the horde Dirk and I got a name out of the weasel, Rufioh. His big shot attitude was quickly explained when he went on about how he was a huge star. Yeah right, I haven't heard his name in my life. Stupid folk from Cali all think they're famous. Apparently, he has a few CD's out or whatever. Yeah, I just think he's trying to look cool.....it's not fucking working.

After we got Rufioh to stop talking Dirk administrated his new "bite-check" rule. Here's where I can safely say I am NOT as bad as fuckin' Slash over there.

He gave my brother the most sexual smile I have EVER seen in all nineteen years of my life and then carelessly started peeling away his layers of clothing- not that he had many. His smile remained heavily in tact and before he pulled off his shirt...then his pants...until he was in nothing but his boxers. 

I've never seen my brother's face so red in my life. After Rufioh started to ask Dirk if he liked what he say and called him blondie- I lost it. Laughing I practically fell to the floor while Prince Charming over there tried to seduce Dirk. 

"Blondie" left the rest of the "bite-check" to me to take care of. Rufioh was safe and I welcomed into our small group. 

Maybe he's not THAT bad.

He's still not cooler than me though.

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Entry 12

Dirk seems to be studying the zombies, while...I can't look at them without the thoughts of John thrusting themselves deep into the pits of my mind. Crawling at my sanity I want to scream. 

Just the sight of one of those bastards frustrates me.

I went off to blow some steam only to have yet another close call. I really need to stop being so sloppy. The newer and recently fed Rotters seem to be more agile and threatening. I'm aware of this now after being cornered by two of them. Still no open wounds but for fucks sake I really need to focus during these types of things. I have no room to be bedraggled fuck when it comes to blasting Rotter skulls.

John is gone.

I have to accept it.

Get over it.

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Entry 11

Our groups bigger now, that's a good thing...I've learned from my trips alone that Rotters work in teams, which means we'd have better chances in a bigger group as well. Some guy, I think it's that Sollux kid Rose would play all those lame online games with.

I don't know, I don't fuckin' like him though...

Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway. He makes the group bigger.

He was also with this chick. I've never seen her in my fucking life, not that I've seen Sollux but Rose used to talk about him...to bad she's not here.

As a matter of fact she has never SEEN in her damn life. 

She's blind.

I swear if we get killed because she holds us back...oh my fucking God. 

Dirk and I got into a pretty heated argument over her. I wanted to leave her ass, or use her as bait. Not like she'd fuckin' see it coming or anything. She's gonna get my damn brother killed...and I can't...I can't lose him and John...I fucking can't.

Dirk and I screamed in an empty gas station for hours [or a least it felt like hours], he dragged me in there assuming she wouldn't hear us, but we were so loud...the only people who wouldn't hear us would be the deaf ones. God, I hope she heard everything I said. Because I meant it. To me she's just a disposable game piece, whether my brother see's her that way or not I don't care.

She's in the car with us now.

I'm not gonna talk to anyone for a while again.

Too much on my mind, and now we have to take care of some fuckin' blind chick. 

We should've just left he behind.

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Entry 10

I almost got bit today. 

Dirk doesn't know...and I don't plan on telling him either....he doesn't need to know.

I left the car and went walking...I'm not sure what town we were in, but most of the Rotters were in hiding. Screaming I smashed in plenty of windows...only to see that...at least fourteen of them came running at me. I shot until they seemed to get closer than got my sword out. Heads and limbs went flying around...but I wasn't paying enough attention to behind me...one came up from behind me and grabbed my shoulder.

It was a close call, but I'm fine.

Dirk is staring at me...he can tell something is up...or maybe it's because he hasn't been sleeping...something is going on with him too.

We're going to be fine.

Not to self:

Rotters can be sneaky too. Always watch your back.

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Entry 9

I'm sick of living like this. I know John's not there anymore...and I'm much better at killing now. I have my own sword now, a gun with some extra bullets, and I've been caring this axe around with me. 

Dirk thinks I'm being reckless, but really...I'm just having a bit of fun. I break as many things as possible, and attract as many Rotters as possible to come near me...and then I just smash their heads in.

A few days ago...they made me lose whatever was in my stomach just by the sight...and now I'm looking for them. Bastards fucking killed John...and now...I'll kill as many of them as it takes.

Dirk said its worrying him, it shouldn't though. I'm fine...and I'm getting better at killing my aim is on point. 

I'm fine.

I AM FUCKING FINE!

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Entry 8

Dirk broke into a hotel room...he practically dragged me out of the car. I guess we're staying here tonight. 

There's two beds...but...I don't want to be alone right now. I don't care if Dirk wants me near him or not...I'm sleeping next to him tonight. 

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Entry 7

No...fucking no.

No.

This isn't happening.

No......

I killed my first Rotter today...not exactly one that I was ever expecting to kill. John's gone...dead...we didn't see a body...but I'm assuming the creature that was once his father made him a meal. I wanna puke...I already did, after I shot the bastard...but I want to puke more. I'm surprised my hands are able to hold this fucking pen right now...

The scene is so vivid in my mind. We reached John's home, the lights were all out and it was quite. The door was locked, I thought it'd be a good sign, but after calling out his name a few times...I broke the lock. My heart raced, throat tightened, and my hands began to shake...blood trailed along the floors and walls. This was no longer the warm home that John and his father resided in. I didn't even have a weapon that would prepare me for what was around the corner. The figure of John's father was hunched over with torn up, blood stained clothing. I could count the bones that were visible on his exposed back. His eyes were a strange glowing green color, and he let out an awful shriek before charging at me. 

That thing killed John.

That thing...ate...my John.

In a panic I dodged him twice as he ran at me. Screaming violently at Dirk demanding he get out of there. Dirk was going to try and off the Rotter, but I knew this was something I had to take care of myself. I gave Dirk one look and he knew...this wasn't his battle. Grabbing a large butcher knife from counter I let the beast get close to. So close I felt my own heart stop for a moment, and just like that I drove the knife into his neck and pulled it down. 

Hearing the cracks of his bones and feeling the spray of blood hit over his face I whimpered. The monster fell to the ground and I stood there frozen in the moment. This wasn't a joke anymore. 

Frantic I ran up stairs screaming for John, tripping over the floorboards that seemed to be slightly up rooted I fell. Scrambling I pulled myself up and ran to his room, but it was nothing more than a bloody mess. Slamming the door shut I screamed. 

I don't remember much else...Dirk had to drag me out of the house, apparently I put up a fight. 

Neither of us has spoke since then...I don't even think I could form any words.

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Entry 6

Dirk's driving now...I managed to get him to see things my way. We're going to check for John. He HAS to be alright...I don't even know what I'd fucking do if he wasn't. We're heading into Colorado now. 

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Entry 5

Well...shit just got real.

Our neighbors looked like something out of a horror movie, well at least thats what it looked like by the time I got to Dirk. He said she was eating her mother, I think it has something to do with the hallucinations that happen during this flu, either way all I saw as a decapitated little girl and Dirk holding a sword with plenty of blood on it. 

I wanted to throw up. The sight was enough to make my stomach turn and twist. I didn't say anything though, as far as I was concerned Dirk just committed a murder. Turning around I stepped back into the apartment. Sitting on the couch I turned on the television. Reporters were telling everyone to stay inside. 

What kind of flu is this?

Dirk came back in in a panic. Screaming at me to put mask on and grab the keys. There was no reasoning with him. I shouted telling him it was best we stayed inside. We were fucking instructed to stay in. After he nearly shoved the mask back on my face, I picked up the keys and stepped outside.

Walking to the car I felt my own throat getting tight, telling Dirk I'd drive, since he really looked like he needed to calm down. As soon as we sat down though, three people threw themselves onto our car hood. In a panic, I hit the gas and turned the wheel quickly, flinging them off the hood.

They looked so vile, open sores, covered their bodies as they made awful groaning noises.

We'll need gas soon...I don't even know where I'm going...but we're not in Texas anymore.

This is exactly what the movies and books, even comics predicted the end of the world to look like. 

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Entry 4

I have to wear this fucking respirator. Dirk insisted, at first I just told him no over and over, because really this was so fucking stupid. Last thing I wanted was to looking like Bane from fuckin' Batman. 

At one point he literally help me down and forced it onto my face. 

After that I decided that it wasn't worth the fight, besides...it looks kinda cool. I took the damn thing, maybe it will calm Dirk down a little bit.

I doubt it, my brother has lost his motherfuckin' mind.

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Entry 3

Well, this flu hit our town here in Dallas; can't say I'm surprised really. It's a flu, I keep trying to tell Dirk that it's not big deal. It probably came in from Japan or something, they have all sorts of different sicknesses that can knock a person from the US on their ass.

Our neighbors got it, which means Dirk's gone back shit nuts. The little girl threw up on his shoes and he literally just threw them away....I don't know...I'd probably do the same thing. Vomit is pretty nasty.

He better have her parents by him a new pair of shoes.

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Entry 2

Dirk is going over the top now. I thought he was being a bit dramatic with the whole Jake not being online thing, but seriously this is a whole new level of crazy. I can't change the fucking channel, it's the News on the television, the News on the radio, fuck he even has the News website pulled up on his computer at all times. 

I just wanna watch some fucking TV.

They keep talking about this new flu, yeah it sounds pretty shitty, but I really don't think it requires us to pack up our car full of survival things. It's just a sickness...seriously he's just over reacting.

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Entry 1

Dirk hasn't stepped away from his stupid computer for more than a few minutes. Like to get food, drinks, shower, I wish I could say sleep but he sleeps at his fucking desk. He's been waiting for Jake to log on. 

Apparently, his roommates were getting sick? I don't know Dirk has always been one to over react, I tried to reason with him saying it was probably just a flu. It's no good though. 

Whatever he'll get over it in a few days.