Dear Diary,

Day 1:

"Keep a Diary”

Check. I guess.

I don’t think it’s stupid anymore.

Kara said I should keep you.

She said that it could be important.

I said there were more important things then keeping a Diary.

I wasn’t wrong.

Kara is more important than you.

She brought you anyway.

Look which one of you is here now.

I miss her already.

I was going to use you to keep a record of the established safe houses-

or inventory or something.

Something useful at least.

This right here: This is not useful. This is wasting time by writing in a book.

I should be doing something useful.

Bennett is out trying to catch rabbits.

You know why? Because thats the kind of thing that people in movies do.

Hunt.

Bennett doesn’t know how to hunt!

I don’t know how to take a life!

I did’t mean too!

It’s glassy eyes-

Foul breath-

It just kept walking-

It did’t stop-

Kara ran at it…

She full on ran at it with an axe and it did’t even hesitate!

I did’t know what I was doing.

I still don’t.

Bennett sure as hell doesn’t.

I read somewhere that in situations of extreme disaster, your instincts kick in and you don’t notice things.

Who ever said that is wrong.

I notice my surroundings more.

I mean- Listing for them of corse…

…But I really do notice my surroundings more now.

I never noticed how bad my handwriting looked before.

I never noticed how cold the ground was before.

I never noticed how hungry I get before.

I never noticed how much an open wound could bleed before.

I never noticed how quite it was without Kara before.

I never noticed how cruel the silence was before.

I never noticed how weak I was before.

I never noti