Timothy Alan - Shia's Log: Day 7 lyrics

Day 7. October 29, 2012 9:23 pm. I take back all suspicions I've had about Dana. She's a perfect angel sent from the nicest neighborhood they have up there in heaven. I'm not sure who her parents or guardians were, but they deserve sort of humanitarian award or at least a free tour of the Willy Wonka chocolate factory because they did a phenomenal job. Sure, she's a little chatterbox, but who isn't talking their head off at her age? At least she makes good company. I don't know how I ever suspected her. I guess living in this world can make everything seem questionable after a while. She's been telling us about her group (her older sister, older brother and another guy they found on their journey through New York) and how she split away from them. It turns out they were the ones who played the music that one day. Weird, huh? That's how she said she knew to knock here, when I opened the door to look outside. Apparently, they travel during nightfall to stay hidden from the Thy-Trips (she said they call them “'Zamine Zombies,” but I like our name better) and sleep during the day. She said the Thy-Trips are like zombies, but they still operate in a human-like manner, so they're most active during the daytime and sleep during the night. So while Dana and her team spends their daylight hours sleeping, the Thy-Trips are up and roaming around looking for food and vice versa. It sure beats my plan. “Stay in the Starbucks, and if you have gas, go let it out in another room. Oh, and don't get eaten.” She's told us so much about them, it's like she's studied them to learn their movements and characteristics. I would have done the same, but that'd mean leaving Elliot all by himself for most of the day, which he definitely wouldn't like. I can tell he gets lonely when I leave to get food or scout out places with potential food. I don't blame him. If the only connection I had left to my normal life left I'd feel a little lonely myself. That's why he and Dana have been getting along so well, I guess. I bet if I left for a week he wouldn't notice as long as she's with him. She definitely keeps most of his attention with stories of her escapades in the outside world. That's another thing. I know I said she was perfect, and mostly she is, but there's one small problem with Dana. She's becoming a type of role model for Elliot. He hasn't been outside of the café since this whole thing started, and now she's got him feeling like walking outside is as normal as, well, walking outside two weeks ago. He's feeling adventurous and he's always riled up and asking when I'll be going out to get more food so he can come. I know it's not entirely her fault, and I'm sure she isn't doing it on purpose, but I don't like it. I trust that he's smart enough to not leave the building without me, but women can be very convincing. I know their tricks through experience, but Elliot doesn't know the first thing about them. And I'm worried that all he sees when he looks at Dana is a pretty face, blonde hair, and those green cat-eyes that keep him in a stance. A dangerous trance. Hang in there, little brother. Shia.