For the last few days I've had nothing to do, nowhere else to explore and I've come into contact with Amelia on a regular basis. Every time she sees me she gives me an evil stare and curses at me. I've tried not to let it bother me, but occasionally I answer back or return the glare. She's also been bullying Ruby since the bed incident and I can't get her to stop. Despite the fact that Ruby hadn't even looked at her before she started hating me, she calls her the 'ginger freak' or the 'gingerbread girl'.

I've wondered for years why bullies feel to need to insult innocent people who they feel are beneath them, who can't just keep their thoughts to themselves. Is it really that hard to just keep your mouth shut? Thankfully, it doesn't bother Ruby at all, she just insults her back. She's been bullied ever since we started school because of her red hair, so she can just shrug it off now and throw a few insults back in her direction.

Although Ruby and I are twins, she was born with ginger hair and I was born with light brown hair. She's 5 8', I'm 5 11', and we both have green eyes and freckles.

I've noticed that Ruby's been acting differently for the last few days. She usually spends a long time looking in the mirror every day doing her hair and makeup, but now she looks for less than a minute to brush any knots from her hair. I'm glad that she doesn't care so much about how she looks.

She's also been acting a lot less like the old Ruby. Every day she moans about how she can't go outside and help the police shoot the infected who shuffle up to the gate, but I doubt that she actually wants to. I like the new her. I guess she realized that if we ever need to get somewhere fast, then it would be easier to just grab some trainers and run, instead of having to bother with whatever else she used to wear. She's also started wearing tighter clothes, perhaps to make running easier, or perhaps because she thinks she looks better in tighter clothes, I don't know.

I've been spending a lot of time thinking about survival and what we should do if we're in danger. While aimlessly wandering around the corridors, I managed to find an empty storage room that I can go to practice stabbing the air every day- just in case. I've discovered three different escape routes from the hospital in case the main exit is blocked, just like the protagonist does in the action movies. The only difference is, this is real life. I feel like an idiot, being so cautious and planning for a major attack when all the other kids are playing games and gossiping about who said what.

However, Amelia hasn't changed her routine at all since she got here, even though our days are spent a lot differently than they used to be. She spends at least five minutes putting on hair spray and frantically searching for bobby pins. She spends another few making sure her eyeliner is neat and a few more making sure her lips are the desired colour. Who is she trying to impress?

The standards for beauty have dramatically dropped since this whole thing started and I doubt that anyone cares anymore. Girls like Amelia act as though they won't be able to survive without makeup, and that they won't be happy if they don't look like a model. I admit that I'm no expert, but I'd say with how much she's using, all of it will run out soon and she'll have to get some more. I don't want to see a moodier version of her if she doesn't manage to find any.

I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong, that we're not safe like everyone keeps telling me. I know that being paranoid won't help me, so I always try to ignore the gut feeling that regularly pops into my mind. Only time will tell what will happen, so I'll just have to wait and see if the constant clawing in the back of my mind is indeed accurate. I can only hope we'll all be okay until this is over.