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July 8th 20**
Isn’t it ironic? The zombie apocalypse just had to start on the last day of school.
Typical.
But I guess I should explain to whoever is reading this…
My name is Chloe Bourgeois. Paris has been on lockdown for exactly one year now, (yes, I’ve been keeping track) and a lot of shit has happened. I mean a lot.
For one, my mother is like, 100% dead, so that’s something. Also, there are walls with heavily armed soldiers patrolling them surrounding Paris, and those of us that are still alive can’t get out. Just so you know.
I mean, I should be glad that this horrible thing hasn’t gone full walking-dead on us yet, right? But also, the French government is totally waiting for us to finally croak, so that they can just bomb the shit out of here and get this whole thing over with.
Thanks for sticking up for us, Dad…
Where are Ladybug and Chat Noir in all this, you might ask? To be honest, I really don’t know. Maybe they’re both dead, maybe not.
I just hope that you have answers for that. That we got out, survived. That, at least, this journal survived.
We’re all kids, you know. Scared, tired kids.
Signing off for, like, a day,
Chloe
~~~
As Chloe closed the journal slowly, she leaned back in her folding chair, bones creaking at the movement.
She pushed the journal away from herself, taking a deep breath and rubbing her eyes.
Suddenly, a hand appeared on her shoulder. She flinched, her eyes shooting open. She grabbed the wrist of the unknown person, and turned quickly, only to see a familiar face.
“Geez, Chlo,”
Alix raised their un-restrained hand in surrender, a warm smile on their face.
“At least take me out to dinner first.”
“Oh shut up.” Chloe rolled her eyes, letting go of Alix’s wrist and turning in her chair to face them better.
Alix looked at her, then looked past her.
“What’s with the book?” They asked, gesturing vaguely to it.
Chloe sighed, rubbing the bags under her eyes further.
“It… It’s just… I want to have a record of what’s happening, y’know?”
She turned away from Alix and picked up the journal, running her fingers along the spine.
“We don’t even know who is and isn’t alive, and ever since we were able to get that old burner phone working, It just feels like…”
Alix moved to face her, placing a scarred hand on Chloe’s.
“Like they’ve all forgotten about us, right?”
Chloe looked up, blue eyes meeting blue.
She looked away first, but moved her hand so that it was holding Alix’s.
“Let’s take a break from this. We haven't raided that sporting goods store yet, have we?”
She said, setting aside the journal once more.
Rising from her chair, Chloe kept a firm grip on Alix’s hand.
They nodded, eyes still on the journal.
"Maybe they'll have some good skates..."