The group has really gotten smaller. With Hammond gone, even though he was quiet and nerdy, it's really setting in. We're all going to die. Maybe Eric will surivive, but the rest of us don't stand a chance. I'm amazed that Billy has made it this far, being so little and all. I'm amazed that I've made it this far.
I've started to try to talk more to Kyndrea, but she's pretty quiet most of the time. I wonder what she thinks about all of this. I hope she doesn't die any time soon. I'm getting pretty tired of people dying so quickly. I hope we can at least make a little bit longer. Maybe help is on the way. It feels like things are about to change.
Dante is still pretty crazy. He seemed almost.... happy about Hammond dying. Like he was trying to act sad or something but he was actually glad it happened. I wonder what he had against Hammond. Maybe he asked him to do his homework one time and he wouldn't. Dante doesn't seem like the kinda guy that would do his own homework.
I've been thinking a lot about my grandma. I remember how she used to brush my hair then braid it. I remember when I got onto the cheerleading team I told her I didn't want it to be braided anymore, because none of the other girls braided their hair. Now I wish she was here to braid it again.
Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe things will change and be good. Probably not. This whole thing sucks anyway. I wonder how any of this even started, it's like... a scifi... which I never watched anything like that because it was nerdy. I bet Hammond used to watch scifi all the time. I wonder what his favorite show was...
We are really low on food again, too, which is really bad because Ft. Sill is kinda out in the middle of nowhere. I hope the guys go out themselves to get it. I'm freaked by all the dead people and I don't want to even look at them anymore.
How much longer can I survive?
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