The people here are trash. Did I sweat through hordes of Eaters for this? A random mall, childish boys, and an annoying predictable rulebook? I honestly have half a mind to leave. The only person I sort of get along with is Addis. He’s alright. But that’s only because he allows me to tease him, and that’s not saying much. I’m honestly wishing Mira and Georgia were here, then I’d really have someone to talk to.
Getting here and following all those stupid arrows was rather treacherous and laborious. My lungs were taut and raspy from all that running I had to do. I nearly got bitten four times. Was the trip worth it? No, it really wasn’t. Am I going to leave? Well… no, I can’t. This is the only hub I know where there are living people and like King said, we need to stay in groups if we have a shot of surviving this thing. I’d be foolish to go solo this early.
Mall girl seems to be having trouble with Avi and Canores, which kind of brings a smile to my face. Looks like beauty isn’t everything mall girl…
A frightening shot of Vermeer runs through my head. Where is he now? Did he manage to get out of that closet unbitten? Then I remember what he said about that unusual word, Deathspeaker—I’m a Deathspeaker Cara. I’m able to communicate and summon Eaters at will. You should’ve known this from the beginning.
Someone who’s able to talk to zombies isn’t a common trait for someone living in the zombie apocalypse. They’d have to be something wrong in their genes to be able to do such a supernatural thing. Or handed down by someone. How many more of those Deathspeakers do we have here in Phoenix. I really hope they’re rare because it would be mad difficult to fight someone like that.
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