Day 10: Barbara

They told me I needed to journal. I couldn't yesterday. I just... couldn't. All I can think about is Christopher. It was unfair. I should have been the one to die, not him. He was just a child.

The others left me, thinking I was dead. I hid in the church when the others came in. I didn't know they were alive.
They were upset about having to kill one of their own, I can't remember his name. They have no idea. I have lost everybody. I have nothing. They say that we are going to find the others, the group that already left. I can't blame them for leaving, they had to survive, to do what would be best for them. And they thought I was dead.
But going to find them doesn't matter to me anymore. I would rather just lay down and die right here.