Writing has always been my dream. I've come back to it again and again throughout the years, but I have let life get in the way of truly pursuing that dream. Let's get into the story, shall we?

The infected got through. I don't know what to do. The infected got through and I grabbed Asher and ran, leaving our packs, all our stuff. Jonathon followed us. We crawled up the folded bleachers and through a window that leads to the announcers box. We're crouched low.

The company dad went to get supplies with came back today. Dad wasn't with them. I didn't want to know why, but I had to know why. Asher asked. One of the guys took us aside and told us the infected got him. He was attacked inside a grocery store. He went into a back room and met 6 infected. There was nothing they could do, the man said. Nothing. I get it. I still think about what happened to mom.

Food poisoning, EVERYONE got it, and it was all my fault! I was helping out in the kitchens again toady, of course. A few guys brought in a bunch of chickens. I'm not sure where they got them, but the guys were excited. The chickens were already dead so we just had to de-feather, cut up, and cook.

A story about a girl, zombies, and more zombies. My Zombie Sister's Dairy, Part 1 started on Instagram around five years ago. Here it is in a more permanent place on my blog. Enjoy!