Day Eight
I decided to go to Pam's to get supplies. I certainly wasn't going to be able to survive long without some groceries.
Upon arriving I noticed that something was odd. The store was in a wreck - shelves knocked over and there were torn over packages.
The devastation appeared to be clustered around one area - the register. I decided to look back there.
That was a mistake.
Pam was there. Or at least, her body was. Something had torn her throat out. And there were marks like something had been eating her.
I threw up right next to her. I knew that I was probably disturbing a crime scene but I doubted that there was anyone that was going to investigate.
Whatever is out there, I knew what it feeds on now. And it doesn't make me feel any safer.

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