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No Plagiarism!UrnByYX0GtSOOX5nqEKPposted on PENANA

February 3rd 2012copyright protection51PENANAppGxDlETjD

My birthday was today.copyright protection51PENANAsd5PODOMEv

I’m 17 now. It’s been little over three years since I’ve last written.  I forgot all about this diary. I wouldn’t have known the date, if Uncle hadn’t told me. How he remembered, I really don’t know. Maybe he has his own journal?copyright protection51PENANAgwk4tqrT4c

But I’m going to continue. I have a lot more pages.copyright protection51PENANAJtBq1eLF75

So, for my birthday, we stayed inside the drug store we were camped in, when normally we would be moving. And Uncle gave me what he called my final present: A compass.copyright protection51PENANAjAiop72eUG

“What do you mean my final present?” I asked him. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.copyright protection51PENANAJad3eGuGAy

“Lacey,” Uncle said, dead serious. “I would never put you in a dangerous situation if I didn’t think you could handle it, and I wouldn’t want to if I had another option.”copyright protection51PENANATj2uJ4JvKR

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” I said, my shoulders slumping.copyright protection51PENANAA3rTsR1u5V

My uncle sighed. “I have to take care of something. The doctor…”copyright protection51PENANAbP5oTk4n1F

My eyes filled with tears. “But Uncle, I need you! You’re the only family I have left! You can’t just leave!”copyright protection51PENANAWUZYpJ38eN

“I promise you’ll be fine. Sandy will be with you. She would follow you anywhere. She won’t let anything happen to you. I just can’t delay this any longer, no matter how much I want to stay with you.”copyright protection51PENANAZPRrJjiKOo

I felt so abandoned. The only family I had left was leaving me.copyright protection51PENANAGZdMn67su8

His last words are still ringing in my ears. “I’m doing this because I love you.”copyright protection51PENANA8q37psQsA5

He hugged me one last time, scratched Sandy on the head, and then sprinted off through the door of our camp. I burst into tears as soon as I thought he was out of earshot. I know he’s right, but I just don’t know how I’m going to deal with it. I may not see another human being again for a long, long time. He left this morning, and I know I should have moved, but I couldn’t do anything except write today. It’s getting late now. I hope on hope I can make it on my own, with Sandy.copyright protection51PENANAfAU62Dqkoe

I can already hear them.copyright protection51PENANAJ4dWRB3Y4y

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February 17th 2012copyright protection51PENANAg6NacQOCbc

Diarycopyright protection51PENANARUh4R8GV6K

Somehow I’m managing just fine, though sometimes I ask myself why I keep fighting. Why I don’t just give up. I’m completely miserable, and I don’t remember the last time I smiled. Not even Sandy can coax one out of me now, but I guess I still keep fighting for her.copyright protection51PENANAtdXsnhQZsG

My eyes are still gray, and I doubt they will ever be blue again. But at least I still have Sandy to talk to, and this diary.copyright protection51PENANAcIM0SZQHC1

I swear I’d probably forget how to talk and write if I didn’t. It’s just… Cathartic.copyright protection51PENANATtWbyNjeJp

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February 18th 2012copyright protection51PENANAbboXbhX2Zz

Diarycopyright protection51PENANA3S204ANnOw

Stalkers go down with ease now, and I hardly notice them at night; they’re just one more sound to fall asleep to. But I can’t afford to get cocky. If not for Sandy or this diary, I would’ve gone crazy. I still haven’t seen another human being yet. But I can still hope on hope, if I have any left.copyright protection51PENANANOJqKoqYTp

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February 20th 2012copyright protection51PENANAzTeBTicGF1

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAdtPXTzlkye

There’s nothing interesting to write about today. Just Stalkers. I prefer trees for my campsite more than buildings. I can look up at the sky through the leaves, and sometimes believe that one day I can wake up from this nightmare.copyright protection51PENANAKejlim8EmX

I even leave food behind just in case I come back, or anyone else comes by. That is, if there is anyone else still alive out there.copyright protection51PENANA0VQexKwJqc

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April 6th 2012copyright protection51PENANAcEVw0eS9Tf

Diarycopyright protection51PENANA6TaX7HHEr8

I just remembered it was my daddy’s birthday today, as well as Gracie’s. I know by now my father didn’t make it but… Maybe, just maybe… Could Gracie….Could she be alive?copyright protection51PENANARbNxKp7Um2

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April 7th 2012copyright protection51PENANAdXyoVG5Dlw

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAMcIzKtYSnl

Last night I actually had a dream without Stalkers in it.copyright protection51PENANAUZUCx0jjY9

I dreamed I was back home, laughing and talking with Gracie. And then I was playing checkers with Uncle and Monopoly with my parents. This time, they didn’t turn into Stalkers right before me and attack.copyright protection51PENANAZb7yz2eFFz

But sometimes I wonder why haven’t I changed yet? I don’t know if the toxins are visible, and I’ve been more than once been scratched on occasion. I know it takes more than a scratch, and I don’t think I’m immune but… I don’t know.copyright protection51PENANAcrMV1wo0pM

If I ever find that doctor, I swear I’ll kill him where he stands. No mercy, no regret. If I find him I will make him suffer.copyright protection51PENANAljLgVjgfDf

Freak.copyright protection51PENANApCqwb0zpGe

PS: I remember Uncle saying something about being scratched, but I can’t remember exactly what.copyright protection51PENANAYSGKNIhcIG

December 24th 2012copyright protection51PENANAY40KkW3BbH

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAQAkh7vhGUX

Merry Christmas Eve… I’m sleeping in a building tonight. It’s too cold in a tree. And it’s too hard to lift Sandy when I’m on snow and ice. It takes some muscle to hoist her up using the rope.copyright protection51PENANAVTQCEDkVQ2

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December 25th 2012copyright protection51PENANAjTkEar9s84

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAq3XgFBU0xK

Christmas Day. I gave Sandy a bone from a squirrel I caught with my bow. I’m getting a lot better with it.copyright protection51PENANA29z9L7AjJD

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December 28th 2012copyright protection51PENANAVA1SRHuLH1

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAwJa5SWdtfX

I used a dagger I have to cut my hair a few inches below my chin. It was so long. It feels so light now, and it doesn’t get in my face as much. Boring, I know, but really that’s the only thing that happened that isn’t full of Stalkers or moving.copyright protection51PENANA6i0DGIlvzv

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January 2nd 2013copyright protection51PENANATfD4lw0yZg

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAw6ywKef5KO

It’s the New Year. There isn’t anyone else around to care, but I feel I need to keep tradition. And the routine of writing and remembering helps.copyright protection51PENANABdjHIGEUyn

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January 5th 2013copyright protection51PENANAN44mBOAQUk

I almost died today. I almost ran right off a cliff; if Sandy hadn’t barked, who knows what would have happened. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to dying of something other than Stalkers. It was freaky. For a second I imagined Sandy having to survive without me… I can’t stand the thought.copyright protection51PENANAEvxYcfFQad

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January 7th 2013copyright protection51PENANAkxtoT4duU8

 My eyes are still gray. No changing I guess.copyright protection51PENANAOzEmxQCcHM

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January 11th 2013copyright protection51PENANA3RAwguAuYv

Diarycopyright protection51PENANADN4haC8NOP

Something’s wrong. Sandy isn’t eating all that much; She usually inhales her food. She didn’t even jump around like she usually does when I accidentally let a Stalker in before I could seal this gift shop we’re in. She just lay there, barking.copyright protection51PENANAAeMllAvDf3

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January 25th 2013copyright protection51PENANAVjz0AKCIxr

Diarycopyright protection51PENANAy8Glt1VZFa

I think Sandy is dying. I’ve been holding her all night. She just keeps whining. She’s 12 years old now… I don’t know what to do.copyright protection51PENANA2mtXDj9qKP

I’m scared.copyright protection51PENANAbG9KGJujs2

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January 27th 2013copyright protection51PENANAsGtVE7fNxZ

Diarycopyright protection51PENANADIFMtmvYFY

I’ve stayed with Sandy all day and night. I didn’t even care about the Stalkers. Her whines tore into me. My heart broke more and more as she got quieter and quieter.copyright protection51PENANA0q0aQmPjEt

I buried her this morning. I used one of the dozens of pencils I carry (It was the only thing I had) to write this on a piece of paper that I tied to a stick marking her grave:copyright protection51PENANAq79U3N1iBz

Here lies Sandy, loyal Mastiffcopyright protection51PENANAheiX0LkwKZ

2001-2013copyright protection51PENANAvKpvVgSKAw

I, Lacey Nelson, buried her January 27th 2013 at 8:23 Am.copyright protection51PENANAd0EnVHbWZN

She will never be forgotten. I love her to the moon and back…copyright protection51PENANAwh1Of2Azzk

We adopted her when I was six. She always sat with me when I was sad, during storms, and hundreds of other times.copyright protection51PENANAz45Yz1fsMP

I hate this place… I hate the Stalkers. I hate everything. I can’t stop crying. Let the Stalkers come. If they come near me, I’ll kill every one of them. My life is horrible.copyright protection51PENANAZ0QDnLkzIj

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February 3rd 2013copyright protection51PENANAZY44XD6d6S

Diarycopyright protection51PENANA35SUIgG3Po

I’m 18 now, and my eyes are officially black. I can’t do this anymore.copyright protection51PENANAmcEYAHO1me

I’m sitting against a tree next to Sandy’s grave. It’s around noon. There’s an old house nearby to my right. I don’t care if it’s full of monsters or not.copyright protection51PENANA1lc5qaJwoP

If anyone finds this diary, I put my pack in the tree with the big X carved into the center of it. It will be safe from Stalkers… I don’t wanna feel pain ever again. My dagger is perfect.copyright protection51PENANAorUgmDx2Gm

I am as bright as the mooncopyright protection51PENANAr3z51aNPb9

Yet dark as the nightcopyright protection51PENANA3dugiUr1rP

Fading to my doomcopyright protection51PENANARPhM6EpEG6

Forever in Twilight…copyright protection51PENANA18aAdbK01W

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PS: I’m sorry Uncle. I wish I could see you again. But life is just cruel that way, I guess…copyright protection51PENANADkRV7YzwCg

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