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Feb 1, 2016
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No Plagiarism!OnH7W3dUiwO7Yu2uuGHaposted on PENANA

February 3rd 2012copyright protection61PENANAd0DciJRcLY

My birthday was today.copyright protection61PENANAmzm4Gi8Udr

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 protection61PENANAq1ypwBT0hB

But I’m going to continue. I have a lot more pages.copyright protection61PENANAbvCOHUxz6j

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 protection61PENANAxtSTyzcGup

“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 protection61PENANA7UqGkWheXz

“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 protection61PENANAP85rWNmumt

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” I said, my shoulders slumping.copyright protection61PENANANTXGNvgZcK

My uncle sighed. “I have to take care of something. The doctor…”copyright protection61PENANApkFP1ZMidK

My eyes filled with tears. “But Uncle, I need you! You’re the only family I have left! You can’t just leave!”copyright protection61PENANAR3TWvPJRk5

“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 protection61PENANAl8ZiPNO5M1

I felt so abandoned. The only family I had left was leaving me.copyright protection61PENANAPcmv2nuPFH

His last words are still ringing in my ears. “I’m doing this because I love you.”copyright protection61PENANAzxLstgid8D

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 protection61PENANAjtLiMA6AGS

I can already hear them.copyright protection61PENANACv5Y07lvW0

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February 17th 2012copyright protection61PENANAUyQFRDgXdW

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAQQsVOt29YY

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 protection61PENANAabuIatKpKZ

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 protection61PENANANExEjphzmv

I swear I’d probably forget how to talk and write if I didn’t. It’s just… Cathartic.copyright protection61PENANAwclY89rajp

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February 18th 2012copyright protection61PENANAXYwuDPUUpg

Diarycopyright protection61PENANApVtKUBUlMd

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 protection61PENANALWHmAU8ISk

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February 20th 2012copyright protection61PENANAvghY1czVxm

Diarycopyright protection61PENANA9iiRFSMOAE

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 protection61PENANA9buthPpd3g

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 protection61PENANAzzxRxy37uB

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April 6th 2012copyright protection61PENANAVyqq1IfqVj

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAHuSflqNoxi

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 protection61PENANAZ1VTNqtsHS

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April 7th 2012copyright protection61PENANACAguPCUD1s

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAV1tRVhipJ0

Last night I actually had a dream without Stalkers in it.copyright protection61PENANAhsDIBH9s02

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 protection61PENANAeDCv8s8259

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 protection61PENANAv1bZT6gbw0

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 protection61PENANAbNtPw4xFwy

Freak.copyright protection61PENANAILbkgjMomS

PS: I remember Uncle saying something about being scratched, but I can’t remember exactly what.copyright protection61PENANAyRUJRNP8Zl

December 24th 2012copyright protection61PENANA9b9C0FGyld

Diarycopyright protection61PENANA63YioeBbDY

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 protection61PENANA3bQYUHLKQK

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December 25th 2012copyright protection61PENANAvBktTIIvTl

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAuXwlVq3GaT

Christmas Day. I gave Sandy a bone from a squirrel I caught with my bow. I’m getting a lot better with it.copyright protection61PENANArgSnwukrNP

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December 28th 2012copyright protection61PENANAQlAmGwNJdY

Diarycopyright protection61PENANACFfv2L0ncN

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 protection61PENANAcU6DWSZGnQ

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January 2nd 2013copyright protection61PENANAmejBKmnKJA

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAxWuEArwz8T

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 protection61PENANAps7AnHsP54

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January 5th 2013copyright protection61PENANA0lQvZrXv05

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 protection61PENANApqyx1VeuLk

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January 7th 2013copyright protection61PENANA8h3YN2qKyq

 My eyes are still gray. No changing I guess.copyright protection61PENANAPYRnvSjKm5

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January 11th 2013copyright protection61PENANApKftI2w9N4

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAzD3q0zjkkF

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 protection61PENANAppAKhn8Y4K

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January 25th 2013copyright protection61PENANAyWFCmGbF1v

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAlqVWbcjjbo

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 protection61PENANA37TxkQKzk7

I’m scared.copyright protection61PENANACT3hwqYI5Z

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January 27th 2013copyright protection61PENANA5YEYwYPhya

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAoa4rrARqiX

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 protection61PENANApwoPFMr1tm

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 protection61PENANAyykdwRbl8K

Here lies Sandy, loyal Mastiffcopyright protection61PENANAvwUzXmaPMs

2001-2013copyright protection61PENANAMcZb1FXtGq

I, Lacey Nelson, buried her January 27th 2013 at 8:23 Am.copyright protection61PENANAPfZasv1DR9

She will never be forgotten. I love her to the moon and back…copyright protection61PENANAomFiWDF6ss

We adopted her when I was six. She always sat with me when I was sad, during storms, and hundreds of other times.copyright protection61PENANAzfEyrGdo9U

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 protection61PENANAPY9O8Bk9fb

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February 3rd 2013copyright protection61PENANA4akIILpWay

Diarycopyright protection61PENANAQ0x0PFB9PR

I’m 18 now, and my eyes are officially black. I can’t do this anymore.copyright protection61PENANAk8uS7rnJ3Y

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 protection61PENANAP78aQRWfO6

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 protection61PENANAOF7lFW1g5Q

I am as bright as the mooncopyright protection61PENANA7qZCi64FQ7

Yet dark as the nightcopyright protection61PENANAEFfNP6FLmt

Fading to my doomcopyright protection61PENANASa8ZvNWw41

Forever in Twilight…copyright protection61PENANAncrmPKsTqj

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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 protection61PENANA0tT8toWpV1

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