[Ever since her first attempt at leaving the house, Bobby has been spending most of each day in her closet. She has a few flashlights around her shedding light, and an open box of soda crackers is next to her. The kitchen knife she stole earlier is just in within reach.]

I hope everyone's safe. At first there weren't many of the dead people and now they're everywhere. People keep telling that it's only a trick but I don't think it could be. After all, how could they be so exactly like them if they weren't really them?

But I had a question for everyone. Has everyone seen someone from their home? I saw someone from mine, and I want to know. I want to make sure it isn't just me.

[She pauses and fiddles with one of the flashlights. When she speaks again it isn't much above a whisper.]


He said he'd find me no matter what. Maybe he brought them here after all.


Sorry.