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~Angela <3
==Week 2, Don't
I'm really crying right now. Dirk gave me a little present.
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~Angela <3
==Week 2, Day 3, Still Don't Know, Still Don't Care, Angela==
I have good news, and I have bad news.
The good news is I found Lilith. She was propped up against a tree a few metres outside our base and her side was bleeding heavily. When I asked, she had been in some kind of explosion in an attempt to kill a whole wave of zombies. She had caught herself on a jagged plank of wood that was used to barricade the door.
I cleaned her up, and throughly checked for suspicious bite marks, She had none. As soon as I finished my first-aid work, I gave her a huge hug. I started crying.
Then Dirk and Jason got back. After that, it all got worse. Dirk and Lilith went all lovey-dubby and Jason had a go at me for leaving Lucy.
Well, I got right in his face. I shouted and swore at him, and gave it my best. I got dragged away by Dirk and Lilith. I then shouted something like: "Wait till Dustin hears about this! You're so dead!"
Then they broke it to me. Dustin was dead. I'll tell you what I did- I kicked the wall. There's a hole in it now.
The one boy in my life, the one who truly cared about me, was gone. Victim to this disease. And Dirk was the one who pulled the trigger. He didn't tell me. I can't even look at him now.
I thought life couldn't get worse: parents who could be dead, your missing twin sister who was last seen by her boyfriend, and he magically turns up on your doorstep without her.
The one person who meant ''everything'' to you, gone.
And I typed this whole thing with both hands. There's too much pain in my life to notice a busted wrist.
~Angela </3
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