Day One
My mom was watching the news when I woke up this morning. It was one of the usual stories of murder and destruction. My mom said that the story was about a person that had attacked and eaten a person in a park. I said that there's places all over the world where cannibalism is okay.
I wasn't interested in the news but I still sat there with my mom and we watched. The story from the morning continued. They said that when the police came onto the scene they tried to apprehend the criminal. The criminal resisted and the police shot him. The problem? He didn't stop moving? The news anchor said that it was something like The Walking Dead.
I changed the channel, people were making a big deal out of nothing.
I took a nap until 5pm, it would've been longer but my mom came into my room crying. She told me that my uncle found his daughter being eaten alive by their neighbor. By the time my uncle found her she was already dead, apparently, I think it was more like he saw it and didn't want to do anything. I told my mom that it was okay and that we were going to be okay. After all, my uncle lived ten miles away from us, whatever was going on with that would be far away from here.
I was wrong, my uncle showed up an hour ago. He's not looking too good. We decided not to call 911 because while he looks really sick it's not like he's bleeding from his eyes.
Reminder to myself, do my the synthesis paper tomorrow. My teacher will understand due to the chaos of tonight. Maybe there wont be school tomorrow? That'd be cool.
I'll write this here and hope that someone finds it. I hope that someone finds me. Please find me. I'm going to hide in the attic. Something's wrong with my mom, I heard her fighting with my uncle ten minutes ago in her bedroom. Not long after I heard her calling for me. It didn't sound like my mom, maybe I'm paranoid, but I saw blood in her room. I went into the attic and now I'm writing this.
I heard my mom and uncle running around the house, I'm using the light from my cell phone to illuminate enough for me to write. I don't know if I'll make it through this but if anyone is reading this, if you're reading this.
I'm in the attic. My name is Erica, please help me!