Day 5 of The Other Life Blog tour – Joshua’s diary
Ready for some more of Joshua’s diary? Today is day 5 or to put it another way…

1141 days since our other life ended
I brought a girl with me to Safe-haven today. I haven’t seen a girl my age since I left the bunker. It was strange. In the car with her, on the way to Safe-haven, I wasn’t sure what to say or how to act, but I knew I wanted to protect her, not just from the Weepers but from this messed-up world – I still do.
The girl’s name is Sherry. She’s sleeping in the room across from me – if she can, if she’ll ever be able to close her eyes again after what happened today. You never forget the first time you come face-to-face with a Weeper, with their empty eyes full of hunger. That first time – it haunts you for ever.
She was lucky I was on a hunt. I wasn’t even supposed to be. Karen thinks it’s becoming an addiction for me. What bullshit. I don’t need to hunt – I could choose not to – but I want to.
I heard the gunshots when I was on the way back to my Lincoln. I’d parked it on the Walmart parking lot because I’d seen movement in the area. And movement always means danger these days. But I hadn’t found anything – no Weepers or game. Until I heard the shots and the angry roar.
I didn’t expect to find anyone alive. That roar usually means it’s too late. But I ran anyway, ran as fast as I could. Ran even faster when I heard more gunshots, because they meant there was still a chance – no matter how small – that I could save someone. It’s been so long since I brought someone back to Safe-haven alive.
The store was dark and the smell of blood carried in the air. I almost gave up in that moment. Spilled blood often means instant death or infection. And if someone was infected with the rabies, there was no sense taking them to Safe-haven with me only to shoot them a few days later because it was the kind thing to do.
But I was there in time for once – found her injured but alive with no sign of bites. Later she told me about her father – he’d been with her in the store. She thinks we can save him. I should’ve told her the truth, should’ve told her that it’s unlikely he’s still alive but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She’ll learn soon enough that hope is a dangerous thing in this world. I wish I could protect her from that, too.
The Diary In Full
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Further Information
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