• August 15, 2901


    Dear Journal,

    Today is the twenty-seventh day since all this chaos started. I'm starting to think me and Roxy are the only survivers. It's been hard these past few days. Me and Roxy are starting to run out of food. That means we'll have to go out side with those things. It's getting harder and harder every day. I'm running out of ammo too. We might not make it. The other day I tried to kill myself. I just couldn't. Right as I was about to hang myself I looked at Roxy. I just couldn't do it when I saw her eyes. It was like she was saying "Please don't leave me. I need you. I love you." I just couldn't do it. I've loved that dog ever since I got her. I can't give up now, not after all I've been through. I pray night and day that it will end. I just wish everything was back to normal, that this never happened. I guess we all wish for a lot thing that probily won't come true. I guess now we're just waiting, waiting for this to end or waiting to die. We just have to see what God decides.

    Sincerly,
    Elizabeth Green