jour 1.
My name is Julie, and I´m 13 years old. I have survived a night on the run. It´s a Zombieattack, And I Lost my mother and my father, the last thing they a dit to me was,
"Run!" I ran the whole night, and now I stopped, I found a place to stay just for now, becuse I got to get nourriture and protection, and I´m scared, I´m all alone and the only proteciton I found here was a cuisine knife. I´m scared to move, to breath, even to write this, but it´s the thing that makes me think that this is reality.
I don´t know what to do, but I got to be on the move.
As Julie put down her diary and put it in her bag, she took the couteau in a steady grip and went out on the street. She walked slowly towards the times squeare and almost shaked of fear. She was all alone and it was quiet, Something grabbed her and pulled her back.
My name is Julie, and I´m 13 years old. I have survived a night on the run. It´s a Zombieattack, And I Lost my mother and my father, the last thing they a dit to me was,
"Run!" I ran the whole night, and now I stopped, I found a place to stay just for now, becuse I got to get nourriture and protection, and I´m scared, I´m all alone and the only proteciton I found here was a cuisine knife. I´m scared to move, to breath, even to write this, but it´s the thing that makes me think that this is reality.
I don´t know what to do, but I got to be on the move.
As Julie put down her diary and put it in her bag, she took the couteau in a steady grip and went out on the street. She walked slowly towards the times squeare and almost shaked of fear. She was all alone and it was quiet, Something grabbed her and pulled her back.
