Z for Zachariah- Diary Entry (marks: 5/5 Term 1, week 7, year 9, school assessment)
August 18th
I am writing in the afternoon, having eaten my breakfast and lunch. I haven’t written in my diary for 10 days, which is why after several days of being too tired and busy, I now have time to write down all that has happened.
For the first two days, I began my journey searching for a trace of green, searching for a place where there are other people, people who will welcome me. I walked past several creeks that came from outer intersection paths that I would follow. Tall trees began to appear beside me, then the shadow of the forest. The road narrowed slightly and then became steeper. There was a patch of dense underbrush that swept past my leg. While I was walking, I did not allow myself to think about Mr. Loomis. I do not want to relive in constant fear of being seen and hunted down. The valley which I sought would be home and shelter for my whole life seemed to disappear. With each step I seemed to move further away from my past, and become more distant from the valley.