I found her diary again.
More happened but I think I need to stick this in here.
We got to the house. No “walkers” or “deadies” were there so we moved the coolers in the house. Her uncle had some clothes for me to live through this dismal piece of shit but Lucy didn’t have any because her aunt was a size 4. Luce isn’t and although she beats the shit out of herself about it, she shouldn’t.
I don’t get women. I was just fucking pleased there wasn’t any of those melonheads walking around, but Luce was worried.
“I have to go up to the big house,” she said to me when I was so excited about having food and electricity and no damn dead people wandering around.
“You don’t have to go with me,” she was grabbing a gun that Grayson gave us. I noticed that Grayson was in the distance but I hadn’t told her that.
She’s a smarty-pants and all. And I was so damned tired. I can’t tell you how tired I was but I also knew she wasn’t being a cheerleader.
There was blood on her jacket and I knew, although she wasn’t mentioning it, it was freaking her out.
So we filled the kitchen and went down the street about a mile to whom she called Mrs. Sandy’s house.
There was a walker there but apparently it was the husband because the rest of them were dead. Dog ass dead.
He hid from us but she still shot him. And he howled.
He howled with a human’s scream,
She looked at me with such sadness that I can’t describe it. I hated her for so long and, then, for a moment, I wanted to comfort her.
She walked in the back of the house while I did look out and brought out two garbage bags.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
I wasn’t. She was wearing a dead woman’s clothes.
But she had no choice.
As we left, I noticed the hummers and tanks in the distance.
So did she.
We went back to her aunt’s house and I cracked my first beer.
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