Entry 50: Tessa Cooper

Finally starting to...  Not hurt as much.  My brother's gone, but, not completely.  Fuck, that sounded so sappy.

*empty air for two minutes*

Let's try that again.  Uh.  Right.  My brother got infected before we even spotted the first part of the group I'm with now.  He staved it off longer than he should have been able to, but...  He was protecting me, knew he couldn't forever.  He died so that I wouldn't get infected as well.  At first, I hated him for it.  Hated the people that killed...  No, put him to rest.  Then I hated the zombies.  Killed as many as I could each day I saw them.  I still hate that they exist, but, they were people too.  Like my brother before he got infected.  He's gone, and he was losing what made him my brother.  Just like the zombies have lost it.  I can't even hate them anymore.  I hate the infection.  And I'm learning to put down the infected faster now.  To put them to rest.  It still hurts, but its getting better.