Looking around some more to make sure I was alone, I gently pulled on the front doors of the school. It was unlocked so I made my way inside and gently close the doors behind me. I didn't know where anything was so I just started wandering around. Hoping I wouldn't run into anyone or anything.

Roaming around an empty school was weirdly relaxing. I was surrounded by classrooms and books. I always loved learning but hated school. I mean I am, well, was a college student but I could afford to go back to school, so I was leaving for the army but now it doesn't matter anymore. I was searching each room I could find that was unlocked. I found some more bottles of water and some other stuff that would be useful. I then find the library and was happy. I love reading; I picked up some random books and put them in my bag. I only took four; the rest of my bag was for medical supplies the nurse's office hold and some more food.

Wandering around some more I finally find the nurse's office. I smiled at this; this office was huge and was filled with everything I needed. It held painkillers and anti-bacterial cream and bandages or all sizes; I pack my Nike gym bag till it was almost full. I also needed to find the lunchroom to see if there was any food finding it stocked I filled my bag. I'll need to make a second or third trip to completely clean out the office if need be and the same for the lunchroom kitchen.

After a few more trips, I had cleaned out the school. I put a circle with an X inside it to remind myself that it no longer held anything of use in there. I was around four in the afternoon and I hadn't eaten yet. I know I needed food and I had plenty so I took out two granola bar and a bottle of water and had some lunch. I looked out the window wondering how my friends were doing if some were here or how they were holding up. I still had to go to home depot and do other things but there wasn't enough daylight to do it.

I didn't know if these things slept or were active at night and I didn't want to find out. So, I pulled up my rope and close the window. I wander around the office moving things around and making more room to lie down on the floor. I needed to become stronger if I will encounter more of those things or in case people broke in and I had to fight someone.

I rolled over and started doing some push-ups. I hated push-ups but I knew if I did them it would help my upper body strength. After doing three sets of ten. I turned to the desk placing my feet securely under it and began to do sit-ups, three sets of ten and I am breathing a little bit hard. And now I needed to run. The fourth floor of the museum was perfect for running because it was a giant circle. So, I ran around there four times breathing harder than before. I hated running more than anything, but I was ok because I started working out like I was in the National Guard, I ran another four laps. After about an hour of working out, I change into some sleepwear and watched the sunset.

I stay up a bit to get some water and food in me. I wanted to look at my notes I had taken before and study them. I had a dry erase board so I wrote down what I had found out and tried to analyze from different angles. I studied anthropology so I couldn't really form something solid but I give it my best shot. I knew some human biology for some of the classes I took but not for a complete understanding of what was going one.

I knew that for anything to invade the human body the immune system would fight back and then you would get better. This is the simplest way to explain it. But for this it just not invading your body it is changing it from the inside out. It was like aids, H.I.V and AIDS is a virus that invades your body and when the white T cells attack it they died. So, when your T-cell count is super low you can die from a simple cold. Which then H.I.V turns into AIDs. Now if I think about this like the H.I.V and AIDs virus, I can then try and make a picture to better understand it some more. If I am looking at it this way I am also if this virus will mutate when it encounters more people.

I already witnessed two different types of these things. One is completely blind and uses clicking sounds to see where it is going like echolocation and has extremely good hearing while the other has extremely poor eyesight and hearing. So, if I look at it from a view of comparing it to something else I can make more sense of it but thinking too much about it is giving me a headache. It was now ten at night I needed to go to sleep. I curl up in my chair and close my eyes as I think that the city that never sleeps is now closing its eyes for good.

This time, when I slept, I dreamt. I dreamt of myself as a kind drawing on white paper with a favorite green color crayon. I was drawing a tree and a dog. I always wanted a dog growing up but my parent never wanted one. But my sister wanted a cat so they got her one for her birthday. I was sad because I wanted a dog but inside I got a belt to my backside for asking for one. I was going to take care of it and everything, I learn how by reading. My sister did not. All she had to do was ask and they got her one. She doesn't even take care of it I do! I clean her litter box and feed her while my sister didn't do anything.

I hated her. I hated my mother and stepfather. I didn't know why I dreamt of them. Maybe it was because on January 10th that was the last time I ever saw them and it was the last time they will ever see me. That didn't bother me at all. I was happy that I wouldn't see them again. They say you can never hate people that are blood-related to you, well they are so wrong and you can hate them. They also say you can't hate your mother but I did hate her. She is a bitch and she doesn't even care if I died trap in the city full of people eating infected things! I wanted this dream to stop because I knew where it was heading to. It was a dream that I would sometimes have repeatedly till I wake up hating my family even more. The dream was about a day I wish I could forget but couldn't. It was the day my stepfather dropped me off with his family and I got bullied and beat up by my male cousins. It was also the day they were thought it would be funny to throw me into the deep end of the pool.

I couldn't swim and they all knew that. I was struggling to keep from going under. I was fighting my way towards the edge of the pool so I can pull myself up. They didn't want that, they picked me back up and throw me further away and I was getting tired and scared. I was losing the fight and started to go under the water. I can hear them laughing at me as I try and fight to breathe. I hated them. I hated them so much. Then with one last breath, I went under. It wasn't like that long but it felt like it. I held my breath as long as I could and I was kicking my legs. I kept kicking but it was getting harder and harder. I was being dragged down by my clothes and shoes. I wasn't close to the surface anymore and I thought I was going to die. At that time, I was scared but at the same time, I wasn't. Yet, I still kicked and push my way to the surface. I was so mad and scared that I was using it to push myself. I broke the surface of the water and took the biggest breath of air that my tiny lungs could take. I almost died and at the same time, I learn how to swim.

My cousins just sat there laughing their asses off while I almost died. Then I thought about it I also saw my cousin in the shallow end of the pool because none of knew them how to swim. So, I made my way over to where they were and pull at the feet. I drop them into the water. I watch as he struggled and started to cry. The boys stopped laughing to go help him. I saw that as my moment to bring in another one and now they were scared. They deserve it, they pushed me in the pool trying to kill me and something inside me snapped. I could care less about them. I got out of their pool and started to fake cry and ran to get one of their parents. I told them that they pushed me into the pool and then they fell in after me. I told them that they were laughing and that's how they fell in, but I made my way out to get someone. The oldest one mom believes me the punished the boys hard. She was mad that they push me in but she was glad that they fell in and told them to never do it again.

She gave me dry clothes and told me to stay inside and go up to the playroom. I did what I was told but before I left I give the boys a smile that scared them and from then on, they never messed with me again. If they didn't I would just do whatever they did to me but worst and fake crying and tell something that I knew would believe me over them. With that, they learn their lesson and left me alone. But sometimes they would tell lies to my parents and I would face them and their belt. I hated them and I was glad I was never going to see them again.