Dear Anyone Who May Still Be Alive,
Seattle is a mess. As I'm making my way out of the big city, I run into many of those undead, many whom I try to outsmart, or outrun. I'm not much of a killer. My name is Emma Grey, and I am 26 years old. I'm a veterinarian, and officially became one only a year ago while I moved here to Seattle with my fiance. When the outbreak hit in the city, we were clueless. My fiance was bitten on the way home, only to "change" within our apartment. I barely got out with Ricah, our..my Australian Shepherd. I haven't had much time to think about what has happened, and maybe that's for the best. Alaska is where I'm headed, it's where I grew up most of my life, it's where my parents are, and still are, hopefully. We lost contact the night my fiance turned, and I haven't heard from them since, about two weeks later.
Many people think that I'm a quiet person, down to earth, and often shy. They are right. I like to keep to myself, and in a world like this, maybe it's for the best now.
My interests used to be walking throughout Seattle, visiting the many parks with my fiance and Ricah, we loved to watch horror movies, and go through cartons of Chinese food.
Ever since the virus hit, I've always been on the run, and I've never slept more that 4 hours at a time. Ricah lets me know when something is coming, she's even saved me a couple times, tackling a zombie or two that comes too close before I have a chance to shoot. I'm not much with guns, I've never shot in my life, but my fiance insisted on getting me one when we moved here. "Just in case" he always said. Not a very good fighter, I'm very well with medically induced situations. I've helped about 7 people while on my journey to Alaska, a few with sprained ankles, one with a dislocated shoulder he got while "punching a zombie until it was mush" he claimed. I have a backpack with me, that I found on the littered, chaotic sidewalks. It has gauze, some dried fruit, and 4 bottles of water within it, as well as some antibiotics. I raided PetCo a few days ago, Ricah has been getting skinny, and I could not allow it any longer, she's the reason I stay alive. There were only two "walkers" in there, I managed to run out without having to fight them.
I've never had much to do with religion, or politics, and I don't think either will begin anytime soon. We live like true animals now, just fighting to survive this chaotic world. I am hoping to completely make my way to Alaska, siphoning gas from random vehicles, to fill up this SUV Ricah and I came upon a few days ago. It may not be able to make it all the way to Alaska, but it survived us through Seattle.
I hope I find a group sometime soon, I've been getting better with the pistol, but I'm running out of ammo.
