Survival Whorer

April 21

I don't feel like writing but I go crazy if I don't. My last diary is gone but it doesn't matter. I don't read them. I don't want to read them. I need to get these feelings out.

The Purifiers raided our camp in broad daylight. They wanted us to see them coming. A lot of people escaped but most of them are dead TO ME. They will go home. They will decide fighting back is too difficult. The healthy ones will be comforted by family and give up on the struggle for freedom. The infected will be sheltered until they turn, then put down.

The Purifiers lost more soldiers than they killed, but they won the battle and they know it. They will fortify this region before we can collect ourselves together.

Returning home isn't an option for me. Should I fight or should I die?

I know the answer. This is the third time I have seen my entire world collapse and my entire community blow away in the wind.

They're the same thing. Fighting is dying.

I want to take down as many Purifiers as I can before they get me.