I didn’t ever want to look out of that window again. I knew nothing good would come of it, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept pulling…something that drew me to that window to look one more time…something in the corner of my eye that I may have missed.
When I received this message in reply to my last post, those suspicions had been confirmed:
- HELP PLEASE!!! I saw you!….you were looking out your bathroom window…looking at something
in the direction of your neighbors patio…I couldnt see what you were looking at but it wasnt
good. My name is Crystal I am trapped in the house next to the one you were looking at. My
roomates got sick Ive been gone this past week came home and they tried to attack me. I have
baracaded myself in the bathroom with nothing but the door lock and a small table holding the
door. THEY ARE TRYING TO GET IN!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
I pulled the curtain back slowly, careful to not make any sudden movements that might bring any unwanted attention.
‘HELP ME’ is now written on the window where she must’ve been attempting to wave me down before.
Who knows what may have happened up to this point. Almost an hour has passed since last contact. Did her roommates get through the poorly barricaded door? Was she infected? Clearly, her position had been compromised with all that noise.
My first instinct was to not put our safety at risk, to turn a blind eye. Then I realized… this is what we, as a whole, were fighting for now – survival…not to mention our own humanity.
Crystal, if you’re still alive…if you’re still safe, let me know your current situation. We’ll do everything we can to get you out of there.