Loud House Apocalypse (L,S,Jas,T,M,Jac)

All entries done by me (Jack) unless stated otherwise.

Entry #172 #1
It's crazy to think that I've written one hundred and seventy two entries in this journal. But I think it's about time we start anew. After all, it's basically a new world and a new life now. Sam, Jason, Mazzy, Tom and I were vacationing with Luna and her family out in Florida. They were already planning a vacation and our bands we're all being booked to play at a festival, so it all worked out and we just went out together. I won't lie and say it was a bad time up until the...event. It was quite nice actually. I got to know one of Luna's siblings, Luan, pretty well. I hope I get to see her again someday. As much as I'd like to say the trip was like that the whole way through, it wasn't. These....things were there. They just invaded the place from everywhere. Buildings, sewers, even the oceans. We all ran...everybody. The six of us ran in one direction, while the sisters and some of their friends (who they also brought along, I forgot to mention that. Dammit.) ran in other directions. We got split up. We haven't seen the others since, so right now it's just us six. We're just sitting in a building by ourselves and looking at these screwed up looking things right now. They were killing people and eating them. This is just like a movie or a book. Tom spotted a car in the distance, so we'll probably end up going after that. In all honestly, I don't know about it. I just don't want to die this young, but the others seem on board with it so it looks like I have no choice. If I live, I'll make another entry. If I don't live...well, you know.

Luna, she's probably the most shaken out of all of us. I can't help but feel bad for her. After all, she lost her entire family and they could be hurt or worse and she couldn't do anything about it. It's gotta be rough. She's mainly been sitting in the corner by herself, and she hasn't talked in a few hours. I hope we find her family soon.

Sam has really just been trying to comfort Luna all this time. They started dating a few weeks ago, and Sam was already a wreck because she thought she wasn't good enough for Luna. I'm worried about her, really. She's been one of my best friends since second grade, and I don't know what I'd do without her.

Jason is absolutely panicked. He doesn't really look like it, but he's my best friend and I've known him long enough. He keeps looking out that window and is just watching these things. Like everyone else, he hasn't really said much. When he isn't looking out of the window, he's messing around with his lighter. I don't know why he even has it. He doesn't even smoke.

Tom has been trying to strike up conversations with everybody. He's always been the super positive one of the group, but I can tell that he's nervous. His voice is just really shaky and he doesn't seem to really be in his right mind. He's just been sitting on the stairs that lead to the first floor for the past hour. We've all agreed that if the car works, he'll be the driver. I asked him if he was okay with that and he just said "...Yeah" and hasn't spoken since.

Mazzy has been writing to Jason back-and-forth with some post-it notes and a pen that she had for whatever reason. Other than that, she's actually said nothing all day except for earlier today when we were on the plane here from Michigan. She said that she had a bad feeling about this. I guess she was right.

I'm doing fine, I guess. I can't say I'm not worried about my friends. I don't really have much to say about myself, I guess. I think we're getting ready to try for that car, so I should stop writing now. Hopefully there will be a next time, journal.

Entry #2
Well, we got the car. However, it only had about forty miles of gas in it. We needed to find some gasoline and fast. Oh yeah, and those things outside? Not so friendly, it seems. They're even more disturbing up close, that's for sure. There were a lot of close calls. Though, I have to be honest, Luna was pretty impressive. We didn't have any weapons on us, but she managed to right hook (or left hook, I was too freaked to pay attention) hard enough to knock one of those things down. Speaking of those things, after we got in the car we finally realized what they were. Zombies. They were zombies. Well, "Walkers" as Jason and Mazzy called it. I think that they watched too much TV. We decided to book it, so Tom hot-wired the car and we got out of there. Things could only work for so long, though. We were down to about five miles of gas in about an hour of driving. Felt more like ten minutes, honestly. We didn't talk much. Just when we thought that we were gonners, we rolled across a gas station. It's like the world didn't want us dead yet. I'm in no way a religious guy, but if there was a time I believed in a god, it was just about then. We got the car next to some fuel pumps. I pumped the gas while Sam and Mazzy guarded me in case some of the beasts came back. Meanwhile Jason, Luna, and Tom decided to raid the store for food, maybe even a gun or two if the store clerk had. What we didn't expect was that the clerk was still alive. And not in a zombified way, either. I was having a short conversation with Mazzy, the first time we talked since the plane trip out here, when we saw Jason, Luna, and Tom come out with another person. His hair was black and down to his shoulders. His skin was a light brown, and he was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. His face was stained with tears. I couldn't blame him; I was ready to break down too, honestly. The guy said his name was Alex, and that he was surprised to see any other people. We decided to let him join us. He seems nice enough, after all. Though, Luna didn't seem too keen on the idea. With him joining us, that brought us to our next problem: what do we do now? We talked about for a bit when Alex brought up Canada. He heard a rumor from a friend that they've really been heavy on border security. "If anywhere is safe, It'll probably be Canada," he said. Everyone decided to put the food that the managed to grab as well as an empty pistol and talk about it in the car for a bit. I excluded myself from the discussion. They're talking right now. Besides the fact that I wanted to write another entry, I really don't feel qualified to make such a big decision. Tom probably has things under control. He tends to be the most cool and collected out of all of us.

Luna, she seems to be the only one of us who isn't found of this Alex guy. We haven't talked in a while, but I can tell she just wants to see her family again. Her hair is starting to fall down a bit. She normally had product that makes it stick up, but it's starting to wear out. I'll try to strike up a conversation with her a bit later, if we have the chance.

Sam is staying really calm throughout all of this. Every time I look through the car windows, I see her explaining something to everyone. I just hope she isn't bottling up her emotions for the sake of the rest of us. Sam is a great person, but she doesn't like to let her emotions show the much. I'm sure the whole apocalyptic situation doesn't help with that much either. The only person she's really talked to is Luna. It's understandable. I don't know if she'll ever talk

Jason has been mentally in and out all day. Sometimes he'll be incredibly focused and ready for anything, but the very next minute he'll be staring into space for no real reason. I think he's worried about everyone. Once again, he was playing with that stupid lighter. There's one thing I'll never understand about him, and that's his interest in lighters.

Tom has been the voice of reason all day. It's pretty apparent that everyone is freaking out and is probably ready to break down any second now. Tom has always been the most caring out of all of us, but at this point he's the glue holding us together. Things are already bad, so I'm worried how things are going to be from here.

Mazzy has been lost in thought all day. The short conversation that we had was nice. And by short, I mean short. It was barely a conversation. More like a word exchange. All I said was "How're you holding up?" and she just replied with "How do you think?" I felt kind of hurt at first, but looking back on it, it was a stupid question.

Alex, he seems really happy to be here. I think it's because he hasn't seen people in forever. I'm gonna talk to him for a while after I finish writing. He seems like a chill guy. I've also been meaning to chat with Jason, but it seems like we keep getting split up. But, that's irrelevant. Alex seems fine.

As for me, I'm doing better than expected actually. I thought that I would die within the first ten minutes of being out here, but I actually have a good feeling about this. I don't know whether it's the awesome people I have fighting with me or the idea of actually having a place to go to. Anyways, like I said before I've been meaning to talk to Jason. It almost seems like he's been trying to avoid me and Mazzy ever since the beach. I'll probably ask him about it.

Entry #3
Well, it's official. Canada. I'm pretty excited, honestly. We get to not die and go to Canada, too. I think that it'll be pleasant. Sam and Tom explained everything to me after they made the final decision. Sam told me something that I didn't even think of, though. We need weapons. As much as I hate to say it, whether it be for food or anything else, some blood is going to have to be shed. Alex said that there's an arms store up the road.