From the journal of James Cohen, Somewhere around April 14

Somewhere around April 14, 2017

     I have been driving around for a couple of days now. I found a housing complex on the ourskirts of a small town yesterday afternoon. I searched some of the houses for supplies and have found that Tricksey is a great alarm for the undead being near us. As soon as she smells one, she runs straight back to me and when I pick her up, she shivers and makes these little cries of fear. I know as soon as she does this that we need to leave the place we are in. She has saved me having to take on some of those creatures a couple of times just yesterday and today.
     The houses look like they were barely lived in and the sign is still up for selling them, so I think some of them might still be empty. I haven't made it through all of them yet, so I might find some like that. I think I will stay here for a few days and continue to look through the rest of the houses.
   Without Dorris, it has been really hard to keep going. Even after we knew how bad it was, she still kept a positive attitude. She swore that the world would right itself and go back to the way it was before this disease. She said that no matter how long it took, everything would be right again some day. She would talk about retiring from trucking at our house Louisiana, after a cure had been found.

She would talk about family members coming over for meals, family that we didn't even know if they were still alive. She would talk about our friends that lived in our neighborhood and how it would be great to see them. Again, are any of them still alive? We had no idea, but she would talk about it. The future to her was not going to be this horrible place with undead things stalking anyone unlucky enough to still be alive. No, to her, it was going to be like it used to be. With family and friends. With electricity, phones, and T.V. Summer Bar-b-que's and winter parties.
     Now, that is all gone. Even more gone than it was only a week ago. God, it's only been a week but it feels like so much longer.  It feels like a lifetime since I held her in my arms as she died. God, I miss her.

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