Welp, I guess i’m still alive. That means I get to write in this stupid journal some more.
Anyways, earlier today I saw a cat.
It was the first interaction i’ve had in 3 weeks, excluding, of course, the undead. Although it wasn’t a very good interaction. The cat hissed at me. The poor thing must’ve thought I was a zombie. I’m like, the only living person ‘round here, so yeah, it’s a strange sight, although it makes me wonder why a cat would be afraid of me of all things. Silly cat, thinking normal, human Eve over looks like a zombie.
…oh, God, did a cat just run away from me because it thinks i’m ugly and look like a zombie?
Eh. I don’t blame it for being scared. I’m scared, too. I’m just writing whatever I feel like because maybe, just maybe, it’ll help me cope with the fact that the world has literally ended.
Anyways, it looks like it’s gonna rain tomorrow, so maybe the tiny patch of plants i’ve put outside can grow. I remember hating rain as a kid, because I couldn’t play outside. I liked playing baseball, even though other kids said I was bad ‘cause i’m a girl. Losers. They’re probably creeping around trying to form cries for help as parasites eat them. Haha…
Makes me wonder how many other people I knew have been infected. Probably everyone I know. Makes me also wonder how many people I knew that have been infected and killed by me in self-defense. I doubt i’ve killed anyone I really knew, but part of me thinks that’s just me lying to myself so I don’t feel like i’ve killed my own mother or something.
Welp, i’m gonna stop writing about now. I need to go back to this convenience store I found over in the city. Probably still has some lighter fluid in there.
