Day 397

I was shaken awake by Brandy early this morning. She had her hand over my mouth and with her other hand the held her finger over her mouth to tell me to be quiet. I felt the ground shaking all around me, like an earthquake. Dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling and pieces of glass fell from the window pains. My ears were filled with the eerily familiar sounds of millions of zombies walking by. The moaning that seems to beg you to come out, to follow them; to become them. I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but I was completely wide awake for the migration. I looked around the room as best I could and saw Tonya and Darcy huddled together in the corner next to Jeremiah. Brandy and I were on the other side of the room, right next to the door leading outside. I could not see Elise, but I am sure she was lying on the ground next to Jeremiah. We sat quietly as the crowd outside passed by us, completely unaware that just a few feet away from them was a huge feast. We would have been devoured in seconds had they even attempted to get into the room. I think maybe their sense of smell must be deteriorating because a year ago we would have been done.
I should have been terrified. I should have cried and trembled. I’m not sure why I didn’t. Maybe I am getting used to this new world. Maybe we are all getting used to it. The thought of me getting used to this kind of life scares me more that the walking dead outside. I am sure when my mom brought me into this world she never thought I would be here, a sixteen year old, or am I seventeen now? I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I used to keep up with it pretty good, but now it really doesn’t seem to matter. I lost track sometime during the winter up on the mountain. I tried to keep track, so I would know when it was Christmas, but Shaughn told me I was acting like a stupid little kid, so I stopped. Now I wish I knew. I wish a lot of things these days. I wish I could see Cindy and Matthew again. I wish my mom was here. I wish the virus had never spread. I wish I was at home, sleeping in my bed with my dog Otis. I wonder if he is even still alive.
Something is happening outside the door. It sounds like something is trying to get in.