Day 13

A slight fact I overlooked when finding company. Since this all began I have spent most of the time alone, twitching to every noise made. This has made sleeping difficult with a restless sleeper at my side.
Also trying to advise my rules and tactics has made me seem all self important.

Though in a way it is important that I have made myself clear.Though most things are group decisions, I am still following the plan I set forward earlier.
When chased by Rani, no holding back for the other. There are two ways to find each other. Phone, or failing that, returning to the spot they were last seen.

I decided for a few days that I'll travel slower, partly to help my leg heal a bit as it is still swollen and partly to get Sam accustomed to how I've been operating. I'm fine with advice on things to do as time goes on but considering she's been inside so much over the period of this I have made it clear that my methods have kept me alive and her's are untested. Her reply was that my methods were to keep ME alive, not US, perhaps she is right, but right now it's easier to learn than guess, so if I have to scrap all I've learnt in almost two weeks of hell, it better had be for a damn good reason. Even then all my rules would be at the back of my mind ingrained.

To tell the truth, her respectively loud sleeping isn't the only thing keeping me awake. Standing on the edge of death again yesterday wasn't good. I stared for a moment into each of the Rani's eyes. Reminding me of that one on Day 1. I have told Sam about day one pretty fully. It's a lot easier to cover in speech than writing. But she mainly asked about that instance because thats the closest I came to one really, the one at home didn't count as it was a fleeting encounter apparently.
I kept waking last night with the red iris burned into my eyes. Is this a sign of something else? Am I infected, or are all my dreams just dreams based on fear.

So we started moving towards the northside again, only made a couple of streets then we caught sight of a few stray Rani, and thought best not to risk it just yet.

Day 1
I found the walkie talkie had an old style jack. Retro 90's huge headphones? I thought. Luckily (8?) I had an adapter on me that my dad gave me for when I played Sonic as a child. I plugged it in and pulled out my headphones and attached them too and put one bud in my ear. I turned it on and static hissed for a while. Then I whispered "Hi again, you can talk all you like, I'll answer when I can." He proceeded to tell me all about himself and how he was still okay in the house, evidently blocking all downstairs rooms to ensure nothing got in. Sadly it would be the end of him, but that comes later. It's just weird knowing that he was destined to die the moment he blocked his exits... And a bit strange looking back, I had an incline that it would go wrong, but maybe that was just the fact that everything had. My phone battery was nearly dead from not charging, I couldn't get through to anyone in my family, or even friends, and for all intensive purposes I was alone on a branch of a tree at night in the middle of September. I'm not the most optimistic person in the world, and the whole situation didn't exactly help.
He told me about the news reports and turned the tv on so I could hear it. That was the first I officially knew. Part of it included the incident with my friend, but I thought best not to mention it to my new friend. So I just lay there staring at a few stars through the tree above me, about 15 feet above the ground. Shortly after I said goodnight and turned the walkie off, slowly falling asleep.
And that's how my first day ended. The next days will be longer simply as I woke on the first day about half way through. Never again will I sleep for that amount of time. Cliche aside, there's not enough time to live as it is, I have to make the most of my chances.

I hope you make another day