I've always heard that zombie apocalypse's shouldn't last long at all. People rot and decay then die. Maybe one to two months tops and civilization would go back to normal.

Lies.

All lies.

It's been a year and a half and this stupid apocalypse isn't letting up. Which means I've been stuck in a convent for a year and a half and my plans to escape this place have been thwarted by a fucking apocalypse. An apocalypse! What are the chances of that?!  The only thing I can think of is that somebody's government is behind this and something got loose in a lab or someone dropped something very dangerous and here we are. Either that or there's no more room left in hell.

No worries. I'm confident that everyone on this earth is going to die and the world is going to have a much needed hard reset.  At least I know I'm going to die. If the bite mark on my upper arm wasn't evident enough. Fuck this place and fuck this world.

If Mother Josephine could hear my thoughts right now she'd pop me on my arm or the back of my leg with her cane. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure she can hear my thoughts because every time I swear in my head she graces me with a glare that could cut diamonds. I'm lowkey  going to miss her when I die. Not my bunk mate though. Sister Agnes likes to sneak cheese to bed and stink up the room in the middle of the night.

Sister Agnes is lactose intolerant.

Anyway, I plan on driving a kitchen knife into my chest and ending my life tonight before I turn. I'll be damned if I turn into one of those things and kill everyone in this place. Except sister Avery. I wouldn't mind ripping out her neck. Sister Avery ate my last pizza hot pocket.