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She heard someone come out from the abandoned house that she was staying in along with her other nomads. Turning around she covered her face with her hand, shading her eyes from the sun that blurred her blue hues. Craig had walked out into the warm air of the summer sun and joined the girl on the front lawn. He smiled at her and looked down at her stomach, which had started protruding from her clothes. He had lost his daughter in the war against the zombies; she couldn't imagine that kind of loss. That was the reason she tried to keep herself alive, tried to keep the fathers of her baby alive and well. She had a legacy to carry on and she wouldn't give up for anything. 

Craig's eyes looked away for a moment before focusing back on her belly, a far off look to his orbs as his hands jutted out to touch her tummy. She smiled and watched as his fatherly instincts took over, his hands rubbing along the fabric of her shirt. "I'm sorry you lost your baby," she said. They had grown close since the apocalypse, their love for zombies bringing them together. He knew more about the pregnancy than she did, having one of his own prior. They bonded over that and their love for the undead, becoming a tight knit portion of their little unit. She smiled at him and offered a little hug, kissing his cheek lightly to pass on her condolences. 

Just then Elekra Evans had walked out and joined the pair, sitting on Alice's other side. "How are you?" the purple haired girl asked, smiling at the two of them. 

Alice was first to answer. "I'm alive," she joked and rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue between her teeth. She laughed lightly and stood up, walking towards the house. "I have to use the restroom. Pregnancy makes me pee like Sea Biscuit." she winked and walked through the house, walking in on the other nomads of the group, Mike, Devin, Josh, and Harper making a plan of where to move next. "Here is good, for a few days at least," Alice chimed in before she ran up the steps to use the restroom. Luckily in these homes the water was still turned on. Everyone had passed too quickly to alter the function of the utilities. 

Walking back down the stairs, she found Harper alone, looking over a map. She walked over to him to sit next to him, though he wanted nothing at all to do with her. She still loved him more than anyone else in the world, her heart beating faster just at the thought of the boy. "Hey," she said to him before he looked at her, then her stomach, getting to his feet and leaving her there on the couch on her own. She sighed and got off the couch, walking back outside where the rest of the crew were going over the plan for the next few days. From what she got, coming in late to the conversation, they were staying here for a few days before taking off. They all needed proper relaxation and rest before traveling again, most of them not having slept in two days. 

"Sounds good to everyone?" Mike asked, looking to Alice first, then Devin, then the rest of the group. There was a silence before a nodding of heads from Craig and Elektra. They all wanted sleep in a comfortable setting more than anything. Alice was last to shake her head yes and walked back inside with the rest of the members of her tribe. Fighting for the rooms came next. There were four in the house, so some would have to share. She didn't mind bunking with a certain someone, however, that same someone wasn't about to share a room with her; she was pregnant after all. 

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Sitting alone in her room that night, she took out her tattered old journal and opened to the first blank page. She'd lucked out and got a room to herself, and even though she wished to room with Mike, Devin had claimed that before she was even a thought. Elektra had stopped by earlier that night and had crashed out before returning to her room for the night. Alice didn't mind. She was just a night owl and would stay up for a while longer before she could reach the state of peace Elektra was experiencing. She took out a pen from her bag, uncapped it and started chewing on the tip, wondering where she should start on her entry for that evening. She tried to write nightly, to document her adventures of this zombie apocalypse. She hummed to herself, crossing her legs before she set her journal on her leg, scribbling out that days events. 

1 September, 2013

Though today was taxing, it came out good in the end. We are staying somewhere in Southern California and we still have all seven members of our alliance.

I think Devin might be getting sick, despite my best efforts to keep him safe. Mike is trying his best, too, to keep his love alive, to keep him well and happy. He brings so much to this group. His optimism and his sarcasm are some things I couldn't do without. I need the comic relief he brings to the table. Plus, he's the father of my child. I wouldn't know what to do without him. Though he isn't as skilled as, say, Mike, he does bring a lot to the table and centers the group around his plans. He's not an individualist, he's very group orientated and has the heart to keep us together even though some of us -- Harper, mainly -- don't seem to want anything to do with this world, these people. Devin isn't like that. And I thank him for that. Even if it's not vocally. 

Mike... well he's one of the strongest members here. He doesn't take any one's bullshit, he's always on the prowl. He hunts, he fights off the sickness that comes round us. He is the reason I'm alive. I've learned to follow his instruction, learned to walk in his footsteps. Without him, I don't think any of us would be around. The zombies would have gotten us by now. His contribution to his pact is something I am thankful day after day. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. I have both fathers of my child and my baby is growing and healthy as it can be. As far as I know anyway. Mike has been great to me, very kind. He even found a wheel barrow to cart me around in when i get tired of walking and my ankles have swell to the breaking point. Its so sweet of him.

I really am growing on Craig I think, though he is thinking of other things when we talk. I know he's missing his family and his sanity. He breaks down more than any of us even if he does it when we aren't watching. His anxiety is getting the better of him and I worry he isn't going to make it another week here. Other than Mike though, he is my closest friend in out tribe and I don't want to see him go. He brings so much wisdom to the table; there is so much to learn from him. I've only reached the tip of the iceberg with Craig, and I want to know more. He is so wise and so smart. Losing him to himself would be one of the worst things I would witness, even out here in the wilderness with disease ruining our lives. Self-destruction is not as pretty as some may thing. 

Elektra is my girl! She's so kind and genuine. We have little sleepovers some nights, like tonight, where we bond as girls. Being the only females here, we have to stick together and make the best of what we have. She's become a great companion to have, though I don't think she's going to make it much longer. She's a bit stubborn some times and doesn't always listen to what Mike has to say. She's going to end up getting herself sick, and that's something I'm dreading. However, she does have excellent intuition, her senses coming in handy when we have no clue whether we are safe or not. Its like she's a bloodhound and can smell danger from miles away. She's saved us all on more than one occasion and I love her for it. 

The quiet one of the group is Josh. He keeps to himself and to Devin, his one and only friend from his band still living. They came in to this group together, Devin clinging to the only friend other than Mike. I can't really say anything about Josh, for I don't know him. I've never even talked to him before. He doesn't talk to me and I don't take to him, but he follows Mike's lead so he's a keeper. Anyone who follows Mike is a smart one. Josh is hiding a talent from us, I'm just not sure what it is. He is in full survival mode, just doing what is needed to make it out of this alive, and who can blame him. I think he is detaching himself from everyone because he doesn't want to hurt when anyone else leaves due to the zombies. He's smarter than I would have given him credit for. 

Harper, however is another story. Yes, he is amazing and he is great and he is smart and is handy with any sort of weapon you can give him, but he doesn't talk to me much anymore. Ever since I got pregnant. I chose to keep him safe from the disease, just like Mike and Devin, because I love him. I don't know why I do, for he can be a complete arse. There is just something about him that draws me towards him. I can't get enough of him, even when his attitude overrides his kind and gentle behaviour. I'm hoping that when this baby gets out of my stomach, he'll come back around. I know he doesn't like babies or pregnancy. Maybe its best that I just leave him be. Maybe I should get over it and let my heart find someone else that can care for me the way I need to be cared for. I know that easier to write out than its easier to do. Who knows how we'll end up, but for now, that's on the back-burner. We need to stay alive, not in love. 

Looks like its time for me to pass out. I know that this is one of the only nights I'll have to really rest. Might as well use it to my best advantage. 

She closed her book and placed it and the pen back in her knapsack. She laid back in the double bed and looked over to Elektra's sleeping form, smiling at her friend. She curled up to the woman and cuddled her, cradling her stomach in her hands. 

Weeks later, she took out her journal again and started writing viciously. 

21 September, 2013

Electra is gone. We had nothing left to do other than leave her behind once she got sick. We are running on no sleep, no food, no nothing. We are falling apart. 

Devin is sicker than ever, he's on his last legs. Craig is losing his mind do to the anxiety attacks. Mike is the only one who is sane enough around here to keep his head on his shoulders. I don't think we are making it much longer. Its only been 20 days since we started this alliance and we've got almost nothing left. Josh and Mike have formed a team, hunting and cooking together, making the meat they catch edible for the rest of us. 

My friend is gone. I miss her too much for words. I think I might have to hang myself before the end of this. There is no hope for us. I'm scared I will be too sick to do anything in the coming days. I've been feeling ill and hanging around Devin isn't making it any better. 

Mike has to carry me in his wheel barrow more often than not, and he's getting tired from it, I can tell. 

I'm not making it much farther, I don't think. We have a lot of positivist running through our unit, but I'm lagging. I think its best if I just fall behind and stay there. I don't want to being the rest of the troupe down with me. 

For the most part we are staying strong and trudging though. I just hope the rest of us live to tell the tale. 

I'm here with Andy Biersack, Michael Bohn, Kellin Quinn, Zoella Sugg, Vic Fuentes, and Devin Sola. Unfortunately only one of them is my friend and will be personally helpful towards me, but the pregnancy -- however the baby managed to survive without her mum or it getting sick, I'll never know -- is making it hard for Zoe. I know that she's going through a lot and I'm trying to help her as much as I can. All of these people, though some of them are on my shitlist, are actually trying to pull through and make this work. I tend to look for the good in everyone, but these people are really starting to grow on me regardless of that fact. 

Andy.

He's a great joker, someone who can make all of us in out little camp laugh no matter the circumstances. He's showing signs of getting ill, but he tries to deny it. I know we'd all do anything to save ourselves from this disaster, and he is no exception. He's an inspiration to me, honestly. There is no one here in the tribe like him; he's truly amazing. He was the one that formed our little alliance and he's the one that keeps us together in the meantime. I'll be sorry to see him go, but I know its coming. There is nothing to deter him from the inevitable. 

Devin. 

Never got to know this one too much in the real world, however in this new place after the infection got to the populace, I've learned that he and I are one in the same. Mike didn't make it in the long run, and neither did Alice or their baby. Devin lost more than I could ever imagine, yet his gothic ways are somewhat exuberant nevertheless. He seems on the bright side of life, but I know he's aching inside. We all are. He's doing us some good though, making the food for all of us to eat. He and I have become hunting pals and have had many a good conversation while out in the woods, fighting for food and our survival. He's absolutely brilliant and I wouldn't want to be stuck here with anyone else. 

Kellin.

Shitlist, total shit bag. He doesn't participate in the group much since his family passed from the sickness, but he was an ally to Andrew, and there is something about him that keeps a healthy balance between the good and evil dynamic of the group. Not that he's in the likeness of the devil, but he's good as he can be with that ego of his. He likes to pretend to be the ruler of the group, however, no one can really like him as much as he wishes.

I feel bad for him, though. He's the sickest one here. He was taking care of his daughter up until the last moments, and now he's ill, too. Probably how Andrew got sick in the first place. I know they are close. I suppose everyone here -- just about -- having lost someone so important to them... I guess it unites us even though I don't like Kellin that much. I guess it could have been worse. 

He's really starting to pull his weight around here. Even offered to go hunting with Devin and I the other day. He's learning that cockiness isn't going to get him anywhere in this world. He's been here long enough to grow humble. And that, I believe, is why he survived. To learn a lesson. 

I wish I could say I'm going to miss him when he's gone, and maybe a part of me will, but he's one of the weakest links here. We need strength. He just doesn't have it. 

Micheal. 

I don't know Micheal at all. I never really got to know him, but he's shy, at least in this group. He's one of the few that shows his hurt. He lost a loved one too, and we can all sympathize with him, but he just won't seem to give us the chance. He makes us fires, he's skilled in making shelters -- he says its from watching the science and discovery channel before the outbreak. Who knows, really but he's brilliant with his knowledge and his techniques. He gives his all for this group, even if he can be a bit anti-social. 

He doesn't seem to like us, but without us he wouldn't be alive, so I think he sticks around us because of that. I wish him the best in whatever he does. I don't think we would know half the things we do without this member of the group. He's a great man and we are blessed to have him with us. 

Vic.

The dreamer of the group would have to be Vic. He thinks this world is going to turn around. He constantly says there can't be only us living here, there has to be others on the earth surviving just as we are. I believe him some occasions, but others, not so much. Maybe we will all die out here, all on our own. There might not be any hope for us, but Vic... he gives us that hope.

Zoella.

Last, and certainly not least, there is Zoe. The only woman here with us. The only hope for us to repopulate. She is our only hope and yet there is no hope at all. Her and the baby are all we have. And we can only pray that the fetus will be another female. There has to be another way to make more humans on this godforsaken planet. There has to be a way to keep them save and not sick once they are born. I'm not sure how to start it out, but Zoella is our only way at this point. 

She and I have come to an agreement to have children and make this place worth living. Gabe would have wanted it this way. 

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Unfortunately, not all of us survived this terrible event. Andy was the first to go, shockingly, followed by Kellin. losing them both were one of the saddest things any of us had been through. I think Zoella is starting to get sick, but Vic, Micheal, and Devin are going strong. Zoella is due any moment now, her first child growing so quickly. I can't wait to have another human here with us. 

Micheal has agreed as well to procreate with Zoella, seeing as I'm on my last legs. Devin is still too distraught to make other babies after losing his one and only with Alice.