Entry 2

Why I am I writing this? The world has changed so much... I barely remember who I am. Something happened today... all adults are dead. The rest of us? Some have died. Most of us teens are something more than human... we are the Changed. Those that aren't dead or Changed have run... I think they're called Spared. I am a Changed, and I barely remember who I am. All I remember are emotions... hate... pain... and all I feel is anger and the urge to kill and destroy. I've already killed. Turned

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