Day 1.  

I’m only calling it day one since this is the first day I have written an entry.

Found this diary in a suburban house.  second floor.  It belonged to a little girl I think.  maybe because of the flowers on the cover and the bright pink room I found the thing in.  I’ve been on the move for almost a year.  I was living in Mexico when this thing hit.  I think it spread through the groundwater.  also saliva of course but the groundwater was where it started, I think.  one day you’re just enjoying a vacation In cabo and the next a horde of rabid humans is hunting you through the bad neighborhoods,with policia and soldiers shouting and aiming guns at everyone.  We didn’t go to the border like most people, instead we went to the coast and borrowed a Yacht.  I don’t think it will ever be missed.  in the three months at sea i spent with my Girlfriend and family, as well as the two others we escaped with, I learned to fish and cook, everything the Pacific had to offer.  one day we came across a drift of people, a hundred at least, just floating off the ocean.  we never strayed too close or too far from the shore, lest we be picked up.  but when we crossed the mexican american border(by my novice estimation at least) we saw smoke rising from what i assumed to be Tijuana and San Diego.  when we made landfall we rushed onto land and found a place to hide.  after that it’s a big blur until now.  I know only one thing for certain.  I am now alone.  so I guess in a sense this is day one.  I  am now completely self dependent, equal parts blessing and curse.  even now i hear something downstairs.  they must have smelled or heard me.  they’re tracking better now.  but still clumsy.  thank god for that at least.  

Hopefully I can Hide here until they wander off.  Need to find a weapon just in case though.  have to stop writing now.  they’re coming.