Day Three

7:21am

            It only took four days after the death of the hunter for morale to drop to an all-time low. Heh, All Time Low, that used to be a band until they each took a zombie bite to the arms on live TV to show that we were all freaking out over nothing. It took two hours for them to slowly die and turn. Fights were beginning to break out and those fights often resulted in the waste of building supplies or ammo. No one knew when the next food run would be the last person barely made it back and even then, the spoils were little to none. It was nowhere near enough food for them to survive on. I kept to myself and did not let on that I had a stash of food in my room, I believe they are beginning to suspect since I have not been acting like they have. They even tried looking through my room, but the stash is hidden well enough that they will never find it.

 

9:49am

They have begun to harass me in my room when they think I am eating. Unfortunately for them, I am careful about when I decide to eat, and no one has caught on yet. This new behavior has cemented my belief that I need to leave before they all turn on me. I don’t know why they’ve decided to target me like this, is it because I’m the outcast of the group? I probably won’t get the chance to ask them before they have decided that I need to be fed to the zombies.

 

1:13pm

            Things came to a head when they tried voting me out, but the “leader” of the group decided that I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m also the only one that knows how to refuel the generator that I helped set up. If they get rid of me before they’ve all worn themselves down, then they’ll be out of power and that won’t be good for anyone. I decided that I’m going to leave them tonight when they’ve all gone to sleep. We found some sleeping pills back in the manager’s office of this place, so I’ll make sure I’m on kitchen duty this evening.

 

6:30pm

            None of them suspected a thing when I asked to be the one to cook the dinner. I pleaded that I wanted to show them that I’m not out to get them and would like to help them. I found some soup that I could dilute with water and an opened package of dried beans that I can mix in to make a somewhat decent meal to keep the hunger pangs away for them. Ever since being trapped here and realizing that this was a life or death situation, the anxiety inside me has slowly been dissipating. I’ve had plenty of time to carefully prep and plan my survival that I think I can do this either on my own or until I find a new enclave to shack up with. Either way, I’ve been noticing the changes and I wasn’t sure how much I liked them, especially as I sit here and dump the bottle of sleeping pills into the soup and watch as they dissolve.

 

9:42pm

            Almost a full twelve hours since they last decided to abandon their trust in me and attack my character. They’re all scattered through the restaurant knocked out cold from the sleeping pills. I decide that I need to leave now. It’s been a little over a week since I arrived here, longer than I suspected I would last, but tonight is the night that I branch out on my own.