I hate nights. I really, REALLY, hate nights. Not because of Nightmares or other beasts. Not because I can't see well in the darkness. I hate nights because I feel lonely. Runners don't go out at night, obviously. It would be a suicide. I am alone, with my own mind, my thoughts. It is very hard.

Radio still works, Doc says he's close to a cure. I hope its true. There is no more antizin on the area and nobody but Doc can help us. I mean, them.

I like mornings. Runners are out on mornings. They wait all night to daylight to run and do their thing. They're trying to help. I would like to help. I have to stop myself from trying to help. Doc says he's close to a cure. Remember that. He is close. But I can't take this much more. I can't keep roaming the streets with fear on my heart. I need the cure. I can't suffer this anymore. I see runners everyday and they make me feel better. I feel lonely. I can't talk to anyone just hear the radio. If Doc doesn't find a cure soon... I'll just go say hi to a runner, and I'll try to bite him. Since I was infected, I knew it could be worse. It is. I am trapped in this zombie body and my mind still works. Will the cure help me? What with my rotten pieces, broken bones and opened guts? Am I already dead? I don't know if Doc will be able to help me, but I'm too scared to just suicide to a runner. What should I do? Please, somebody, please talk to me.