My Zombie Sister's Diary, Part 4

Nov 13
3 min read

It's been a while since I have read this and I couldn't remember how it ended. It's interesting, good. Maybe it deserves some analysis. You be the judge.

This is the last of My Zombie Sister's Diary. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Thank you for reading!

My Zombie Sister's Diary, Part 4

Entry 31

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 announcer's box. We're crouched low.

There are so many below. There are so many screams. There are so many. They keep coming.

I don't know what to do.

Entry 32

The think about the infected--when they bite, they infect more.

Jonathon took a peek below. The infected haven't figured out climbing the bleachers. Maybe they will; maybe they won't. Either way, we're stuck. There is one door that leads to a hall and some stairs. But where would we go? Our best hope is to stay here and hope the herd moves on.

I'm not sure what happened to Kendel.

Entry 33

Something's wrong with Asher. I'm not sure if it's because we haven't eaten much in a few days or if it's something else. He lies on the floor moaning. But he still won't talk.

The tears have finally escaped. I tried so hard to hold them back. But last night, as Jonathon and I let Asher sleep, the tears came. I couldn't stop them. I did my best to keep them quiet. That's the only thing I could control. Jonathon just held me.

I cry now as I think about Asher. I don't know what to do for him. I need to do something. I can't let anything happen to him.

Entry 34

We're still crouched low. The infected have mostly cleared out. But we can hear them below. There's too many for us to try to escape.

We found a some energy bars in the back of a cupboard. Asher ate a couple and seems to be doing better. I think something is wrong with his stomach. I hope the infected clear out soon. Maybe we can find someone to help Asher.

But I'm not sure anyone is left.

Entry 35

It's been five years since Anna wrote. Anna, my sister.

It's taken me too long to end her story. But the counselors tell me it will help.

The day after Anna's last entry, my stomach got worse. I had an ulcer from all the stress, anxiety, worry of the outbreak, the infected, my parents dying, being chased by infected, being trapped. (I learned that later, after I escaped.) Anna was very worried.

We heard voices from below, calling for us. The infected had cleared out, moved on. Some soldiers survived and were looking for us, anyone who was still alive. Jonathon wanted to go down first, but Anna jumped through the window. And she was caught.

An infected lay on the bleachers. It grabbed Anna's foot and bit into it before any of us knew what was going on. Then it dragged her off the bleachers and into the hall. Jonathan tried to follow but tripped and almost fell from the bleachers.

I saw the infected's face before it turned the corner. It was Kendel, all bloody, one arm missing, a leg mauled.

The soldier's shot at him but he was too fast.

I'll always remember Anna's screams.

Jonathon and I got out safely. But we never saw Anna again. Of course she turned.