Nathaniel Burke's time of death will be whenever the hell he gets back home.

Seriously, I don't know what the hell is up with him, if he's already dead or he's just going to be for ignoring my last eighty-two phone calls, but he's been ignoring my last eighty-two phone calls, and Emma Marie Burke will not stand for this. 
I know it may seem inappropriate to continue my audio diary in the wake of all that's happened today, but I've kept this bitch going strong for eight years now, and I need something to keep me sane while I track down my family.
Yes, diary, you heard that right; track down my family.
I was at the grocery store when it began. There I was, minding my own business, shopping for cheese, when suddenly the jar of pickles in my cart spontaneously combusted, showering my purse in pickle juice.
As if I didn't already hate pickles enough.
Suddenly, a woman started screaming in the next aisle over, so I abandoned my food and ran over to see what was going on. She was in the freezer aisle, and the sliding glass door in front of her had shattered, covering her in shards of glass. She was bleeding. 
I quickly grabbed my pickle-soaked purse and fled from the shop, knowing that I needed to head home to check on my siblings. I barely ever left them alone with Mom, and of course one of the few time that I did random glasses were exploding. 
As soon as I left the store, the ground began to shake, but I just kept running. If only I had brought the car, I thought, but I had left it in our driveway so that Nathaniel could take it to work when he got home from school.
When I finally got home, however, the car was gone. I ran inside. My family was gone. June, Kyle, Timothy, Sarah, Cassie, Maya... all gone. Mom was gone, too. But someone was there.
Zanna Wright, the rich punk girl who had asked me to skip prom with her last year when I was a senior and she was a junior.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I had asked her.
She ignored me. (snotty voiced impression) "Looks like your family skipped town," she noted. 
(pause)
(sighs) If you didn't notice, Zanna still hasn't left. Apparently, she's going to come with me to find my damn mother.
(pause)
I believe your exact words were (same snotty voiced impression) "I have nothing better to do". 
(sighs) We're leaving as soon as I figure out what happened to Nathaniel. I can't... (voice breaks) I can't risk losing him, too.