June 21st, 2014.
Entry #2: This 'infection' is getting out of hand..Fires..Screaming..Shattering..I can't take it anymore..I need to get out of the confinements of this house, no matter what my parents say..I am 19 for gods sake! I will take my diary with me..I will need it.
Sarah slowly moves toward her window, gripping the bottom of the window frame, tugging it up quickly, she grips her pen, sliding it into her pocket, she reaches over toward her bag, tossing in her diary, and a bottle of water, she then quickly opens up her draw, gripping the old shiv that was given to her in case of emergencies she pushes it through the belt on her pants, and lastly, she hurries toward her wardrobe, pulling it open, and stuffing a few pairs of clothing in there, underwear, pants, shirts, bras ect. as she finally reaches through the window, her door lets out a shrilling creak, as it slowly opens, she slides through the window quickly, running quickly, she looks back, seeing her mother, infected. she gets tears in her eyes, turning back, and pushing on, she runs for hours, finally reaching what would be a small town, she looks over toward the prison.
"I can probably find some food there.." She murmurs, slowing toward a walking pace, she continues toward the prison, her legs aching, she steps inside, a deep chill pushing against her, she still continues forward, staring into one of the cells, she sees what she thinks is an infected prisoner, still breathing..she turns, heading toward the cellar.