Chapter 31

Ryan

The zombies attacked this morning. I don't know who opened the gates or why the infected herd would ignore the blazing sun. Light kills them slowly, and after having shot a few of them, I've made the conclusion they seem to be under mind control. None of them seemed aware of their actions, and what baffles me more is that they didn't care about their burning, rotten skin either.

I also noticed that they are scary strong.

Damn, I hope Amelia is alright. I don't care about what she said about being a clone. I spent most of the night thinking about her words while staring up at the ceiling—it turns out I don't give a fuck if she was born the natural way or if she was created. My dick still twitches at the thought of getting buried deep inside of her.

I like Amelia. She makes me want to be a better person. I don't know that much about her yet, but I know enough to conclude that she is unique.

When I first met her, she was shy and withdrawn, b