From the journal of Rebecca Martin, May 5

May 5, 2017

I have been traveling with James for almost a full week now. It has been good for both of us to not be alone anymore. He has been really nice and very helpful. We are somewhere close to Huntington and the going is getting a little tougher. We have run into more and more places that are just impassable with cars and you have to be really careful when getting throught them because there are zombies in some of them.
Two days ago, we were using the rig to push some of the cars out of the way. I was the one getting into the cars, when needed, to steer them out of the way. James, being the only one who can drive a big rig, was pushing the cars to clear a path. He had just pushed this little Mazda Miata out of our path, then he yelled at me to go to a little truck and get it ready to move. I did what I always do and walked up to the drivers door and was reaching for the handle when a face appeared in the window. I jumped back about three feet and froze.

The thing inside the truck had been a teen girl, probably pretty, too. But it was really hard to tell. Her hair was blonde, but looked darker from the blood and other bodily fluids caking it. The left side of her face was almost perfect, except for the bite on her cheek. The right side of her face was shredded and strips of flesh were hanging off her jaw. Her neck was missing most of the skin and her right arm was missing from the elbow down. Her stomach was a gaping, empty hole and pieces of her intestines were strewn around the cab like festive ribbons at a party.
Beside her in the passenger seat at a zombie kid that was not much older than five before she turned. She was in much better physical shape than the teen. The little girl was also a blonde, and from what was left of the older girls face, I would guess they were sisters. The child was dressed in a pretty pink dress and she was wearing little patent leather dress shoes. The dress was now covered in blood and bits of her sister and she had a wound on her left hand that could have been a bite.

                The teen was eaten on the side where the passenger sat and the child wasn't eaten like her sister. I would guess that the little girl was bit before they got into the truck, maybe by a parent back at home. They got as far as the traffic jam and the girl probably turned and attacked her sister.
                James saw me jump back and climbed down from the rig to see what was going on. I passed my hand over my face and told him it was ok. He walked over and saw the girls in the truck and just shook his head. We worked together and got them out and put out of their misery. Then we moved the truck and the day went on.
I don't know why, but those two girls have been in my nightmares the last two nights. They keep coming after me and I can't seem to get away! I don't know why they have stuck in my head like this, no one else I have seen has so affected me.
I mean, I watched Alice turn after she was scratched. That was really horrible and disturbing thing to see. But for some reason, these girls haunt me. Hopefully, with time, the memory of them will fade. I really hope so.

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