When Henry started seeing me write in this journal, he finally is leaving me the hell alone. I guess it was unfair saying that this was a bullshit idea; if it keeps him happy and off my back, it's the best damn idea in the world. Still, though, he seems more high strung than ever. Maybe I should be the one getting him a journal. I bet it would take his mind off the Infected, or the Fireflies, or Natalie, that girl he's desperately trying to fuck.
I shouldn't be talking bad about Natalie, though. She and Henry were best friends when they were children, and when my parents kicked the bucket, she really stepped in. She was a hell of a lot better at keeping me calm than Henry was (every time I cried, Henry just yelled at me to stop crying), she did her best to nurse me to health whenever I got the slightest bit ill, and, frankly, she treated me like I was family; like I was her little brother. Come to think of it, Natalie being like an older sister makes the thought of Henry and her... shit, I'm not going any farther than that.
Okay, Henry's been freaking the fuck out over the last few days. Apparently, he overheard some QZ guards discussing how the southern barrier was weakening. I'm not really that worried about it; people have been talking about that barrier for months, and as far as I can tell, that shit hasn't budged. Henry just needs to relax, have some liquor (that he does a terrible job pretending he doesn't have stashed away), and have a nice talk with Natalie. Natalie does an even better job at keeping Henry calm than keeping me calm. Come to think of it... I haven't seen Natalie in a couple of says now...
Okay, now I'm freaking the fuck out. I heard more talk from the QZ guards about the southern barrier, and I got a little curious. So tonight, after Henry underwent a night of heavy drinking and passed out, I snuck out and made my way to the southern barrier. Well, to my fucking surprise there was a huge ass hole in the bottom corner of the barricade. As if that wasn't fucking bad enough, I explored a little bit more and found a torn up body wedged in the corner of the makeshift barricade. A torn up body only meant one thing: the Infected had made their way into the Quarantine Zone.
I ran as fucking fast as I could back to Henry, ignoring the guards that were screaming at me for breaking curfew or some other bullshit. I shook Henry awake and told him that we needed to get the hell out of Hartford. All he did was grip my shoulders tight and tell me to calm down. Fucking Henry; no sense of urgency. I finally took a few breaths, looked Henry in the eye and told him he needed to listen to me. For the very first time in my life, Henry took me seriously.
I took a big gulp and choked back a few tears as I told Henry that I found that Natalie's body had been torn up by Infected.
I braced myself for the breakdown, but Henry simply stood up, gripped his face in his hands, and took a deep breath. Then he lowered his hands, gave me a stern look, and said to me the last words I'd ever hear in my home town: "Come on, Sam, we need to get the fuck out of here."