Day 1.

I'm gonna call this my Journal. I'm Zaya. The sky is dark, and I woke up a bit ago. I walked for a while, and now I'm here... wher'ver here is. Looks like my hometown... I'm not sure. It looks more... run down, i guess. I woke up with this black backpack. Nothing really useful in it. This journal, a disposable camera and a disposable phone. I tried calling number I know, but none of them worked. I'm in my old right now. The whole of the attic is gone. A thin layer of roof between the sky and I. I think I saw faces... eyes peaking through the windows as I walked past. I tried a few houses around, but all the windows were boarded up, doors locked. I heard footsteps when I entered my house. Is it my imagination, or am I not alone? I'm not sure what would be worse...


It's dark out now. It's to quite. Not even a cricket or a frog. I see shadows dance around in the corner of my eye. I'll investigate around the house tomorrow. I wonder where everyone is. I can hear a giggle occasionally... is it real?