Journal Entry Three: Long Tyme, No Talk

Sorry It's been a While

Date: January 4, 2012

Hey Little Sexy Red Journal,

Sorry it has been a while but I have been distracted. Well, here is what you missed; when the golden sun rose, the man, Jake and I where taking care of, was still passed out (drunk probably, but I should not judge), so Jake and I went to the coffee shoppe and had gotten some real food, but on the way there zombies attacked us, but we never go anywhere without out at least two guns, a few knives, a lighter and some hairspray or axe. Jake loves the makeshift torch, maybe even more than I do.

Anyways; we made it to the coffee shoppe safely, but it turns out the place was crawling with the undead.

"F**k!" I say under my breathe.

"OH NO!!!! WHERE'S MR. BOWER!?!" Jake yells.

Mr. Bower is the name of the owner, and he would never let his shoppe be run over full of the dead and brainless. He has shooters! I have no idea how all these creepers have gotten in! 

"Children! Quick! Up here!." Mr. Bower yells from the balcony. His coffee shoppe used to be an old theater from the 30's or 40's.

I grab the collar on Jake's tattered shirt and pull him towards the stairs. Zombies are so dumb. Once Jake and I were at the top, we made a baracade to stop the creatures from coming up and getting us. 

I look up at Mr. Bower, he had a large hole bitten out of his neck.  A worried look crosses my face. I knew he had been bitten by a reanimated corpse. Mr. Bowers eyes grew wide as Mr. Bower jumped towards me with sparking white eyes. He was one of them now. 

BOOM!!! Jake shot Mr. Bower. Mr. Bower fell dead on top of me with an exploded head. My face showed shock and horror. Jake ran over to me and pushed the dead body off of me and hugged me tight.

"I don't know what I'd do with out you Bea!" Jake cried.

I just held Jake. He was crying. "Lets get out of here."

We stand up. I looked around and say a balcony type thing. I grabbed Jake's hand and dragged him towards the door. I look at him and tell him to find a rope. Jake disappears into the coffee shoppe again and comes out with a very sturdy rope. I tie it into a lasso type thing and threw it so it caught onto the building next to the coffee shoppe. I pulled the rope tight.

"Come here Jake-y." I motioned.

HE grabbed the rope and held onto me (though it was supposed to but me holding the rope). We swung across to the other building and slid down the rope. Once we hit the ground we ran for the subway and into our little hide out, as fast as we could.

When we got back, checked on the man. He was still out of it. Jake was making canned spaghetti. I changed the bandages on the man.

Well that is all for now. I am going to take a nap. 

Love, 
Belletryx

Author's Note

Ya somewhat of a mix in colour background