Its record:
When she first came, I told her kind not to move.
She took our saliva and called us stink. I heard it.
Not pursued.
The second time she came, the same kind was attacking them. I told those nearby not to move. One of them didn't listen to me, sniffed her hair and didn't bite.
She didn't know what it meant. But living humans saw it.
She escaped. Not back into the wall. I asked others of my kind to make way for her. She doesn't know I'm looking at her.
I put the words they wrote together. Hungry. Cold. Home. I drew the location of the warehouse on the map and wrote a word next to it: Eat.
For her.
She hasn't met me yet.
But the diary is already filled with her.
/The exiled biologist×the dull zombie leader/
Renwai/Double Strong/Apocalypse/Slow Heat
Concept: No one is an island of his own, isolated from the rest of the world.