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started, they were spending
the night with that Cole kid, having a birthday party. Then they
found this place. They haven't had to kill their supervisor and
watch people get mauled right before their eyes. They haven't been
pulled out of a window, nor have they had to beat a man to death.
How can I live with myself? He was a living, breathing human. He
was one of us. Who made me judge, jury, and executioner? They know
nothing about pain and heartbreak and guilt.
    I woke up to moaning and crying this morning
after about an hour of sleep. When I walked out of the room I’d
been “issued,” it was bright outside. Most of the kids were huddled
up, discussing the plan for the day with Deanna. Off to the side,
there were two kids, twins, holding each other and crying. That’s
when I noticed something that will forever haunt me for the rest of
my life.
    Propped up against a wall, blood-smeared and
sweaty, was a little girl, holding a newborn. It was Dr. Allen's
children! He had not killed his children to feed them to his wife.
He had found this place, a safe place for his children, and went
back to be with his wife. He loved his wife so much he could not
stand losing her. What have I done? I have now taken these girls’
mother and father. I am evil. But I didn't know. How could I?
    I have to leave this place. I don't deserve
to live. I am sorry, Darcy. If you’re still alive, I love you.
    I am going out the gates.

Day 11
     
    Rain.
    Rain has a way of washing away the old and
dirty and making it look nice and clean. Special people also have
that ability.
    Yesterday, I was all set to walk out the
front gates and end my miserable life. I would let the undead do
their worst to me, because I felt I deserved it. I was set and
ready. I had made peace with God. I’d reached the front gate and
had my hand on the latch that would deliver me to certain death
when it started raining. Not just a slight rain. A monsoon came
from the sky. I paused just long enough for Deanna to see me. She
came running out into the rain, grabbing me by the arm, and began
pulling me back to the house. I stopped her just short of the front
porch. Right there, standing in the pouring rain, I broke down. I
was sobbing and confessing my sins to a complete stranger. She
never tried to stop me, not that she could. I had things I had to
say to someone. I told her of all I had done and what I was
planning. She just looked at me, frowned, and hugged me. There in
the pouring rain, we cried together.
    We walked back to the house hand in hand.
    As we reached the front porch, someone
screamed right outside the outer wall. We all ran to the front
gate, weapons in hand and ready to strike. As we pulled open the
gate, one of the kids came running in, covered in blood and very
pale. We slammed the gate shut as five zombies descended on us. One
of the ghouls got his arm through just as we were slamming it shut.
The arm was severed just below the elbow. No one stopped to look at
the arm. No one even watched it as it crawled across the ground,
aimlessly wandering around looking for its owner or its next
victim. Instead, we all stared in disbelief as one of our own stood
before us in the rain with a fresh chunk of flesh taken out of his
arm. He was infected. He was fourteen years old. He was Cole's best
friend.
    How long now? How long before we must kill
this young boy?
    This time, I curse the rain.

Day 12
     
    Stupid kids. A rumor went around about how we
were going to kill the kid that got bitten. Cole decided he
couldn't let his friend die, so they both ran off. I am gathering
some supplies to go out looking for them. Stupid kids. I'm only
doing this because Deanna has threatened to go out herself. She
saved my life, and now I have to save hers. I have to get to them
before the zombies do or before Cole's little friend turns into
one. Either way, I am sure I will have good stories when I get
back—if I get back. Wish me luck.

Day 13
     
    I have been out and about all night