Life Sucks

Panic attacks and Visions

We've been here for about two weeks. The hoard has passed. I still hear screaming at night. Sometimes it happens during the day. The strange thing is that this just started to happen. I never heard any screaming at our old camp. I wonder if it's someone just looking for more life. I'm surprised they haven't died yet. I try to talk to Sam and Tara about it. Max is still too sensitive. He just wants to save everyone. He lost his whole family one shot so I don't blame him. I lost my family too. But I still have Tara. Today isn't too bad. A couple of rain clouds but not much else. It's been hot for a while, we have to gather food and clean water today, we're almost out of water and food is getting low. So I sent Sam and Tara because they are experts at pack-rating food in their bookbags.

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I stayed behind because I want to see if Max was okay. I feel bad for letting him deal on his own. I can't just leave him alone. He needs us more then ever right now. I serched the bunker. First there was the kitchen, we really should clean this place, dust collection on everything, there's a drip coming from somewhere. I hope that's not a bad thing. I grab a mystery can of food and off to the next room. The bunks weren't bad. It's okay to sleep in. The beds are just 1950s old school cots, the inch thick pad on top and sleeping bags, are the only thing keeping us from touching the old thing. It works though, I grabbed the small knife by my cot and put it in my pocket.

Well I do need it. I gotta find Max. it's strange I haven't seen him all morning really ... where is he?

I continue to search and my stomach started to turn and I knew that feeling to well. I have to find him. Something bad is gonna happen. I ran to the bunker window and looked outside. I had to sit down. Blood was everywhere. This was no normal splitter. It was bigger and louder. It screams like a human. It was eating something.

Oh my God.... oh my god.... MAX no. not max... what have I done... no.... max why...

I'm broken from my panick attack from a gentle hand on my shoulder. A soothing voice from behind me, calming me instantly.

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"shh Jess I'm right here. it's okay."

I turned around to meet Max with a smile, I hugged him so tight I thought I was gonna kill him myself.

."WHERE WERE YOU!?" I sighed "I was so scared. there's a splitter outside. it's not like the others." I motion for him to look but he just shakes his head

"no. There's nothing out there. I know because I looked before I tapped on you."

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"no... but..."

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"It's okay. come on. let's go sit and eat I made us some food." Max says

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"oh" am I starting to see things? what if I'm sick? no! impossible. I haven't done anything to attract to virus. I'm overthinking now. maybe Max is right. I just need to chill out eat something and probably get some sleep. I'm way out of it.. I think.

"remember to let Sam and Tara in when they get back with food and water. Hopefully."

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"I will." Max smiled warmly at me, I felt safe for a moment. I'm gonna take a nap by then Tara will be back and I can talk to her about it.

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Maxs POV

I used the walkie talkie to get a hold of Sam and Tara. I have to tell them about Jesse's vision. I'm not sure what to call them anymore. Everytime she has one. Something bad happens, most of the time. The only difference is only 5% is good. The last time she had one she said she found me and Sam. We were in an abandoned house in the basement. We had to have been there for maybe a week before she had found us. Sam got back to me and we all decided to wait until she was awake to talk to her about it. I unlocked the bunker door and let them in.

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"She's having more visions... isn't she?" Tara frowns

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"Yeah.. but idk what this one even means... it's kinda scary." I said worried

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"Well we won't find out what it means sitting here. Let's go find out." Sam says

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"Okay... but I don't think she's gonna like talking about it... it was pretty gruesome." I stared at her waiting for a response. She just left the room and started putting the food away. I hated when Sam gets quite. It always meant something was definitely gonna happen. I just hope Jess doesn't take it personally.

We all got ready for bed. Jess was so tired she slept through dinner. I tried talking to Sam and Tara but they aren't budging. I hate when I'm left out. I know what Jess's vision was and they don't so now they have to let me in on something. I eventually fell asleep. We will find out tomorrow.