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December 22
I don't know why I keep writing in this journal. It's not like anyone else is ever going to read it.
At least no one who's not a zombie.
Do they even remember how to read? I don't know. I don't really know much about zombies, except what I scrounged from the newspapers.
I really should know more about them if I'm going to survive.
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December 25
Found an abandoned farm today. Figured it was safe because of all the dead animals.
I got two more knives and a whetstone, some warm jackets and a book. The book was the best find of all. It is the published research papers of Dr. Aaron Dearborne. Although it looks very dry and long-winded, this is my best chance to find out more about the zombies.
Maybe - it sounds stupid, even to me - maybe I could find a cure?
Tonight, I sleep in a warm bed for the first time in months.
Merry Christmas to me.
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December 31
You know what's the most terrifying thing about all of this?
Of course you don't.
You're a book. Bound in leather and with exactly 286 pages. Yeah, I counted them. Not like I had anything else to do.
Except survive. But even that gets repetitive after a while. People truly can get used to anything.
Anything at all.
So the most terrifying thing about all of this, more terrifying than the fact that zombies completely DESTROYED civilization in less than a year, more nauseating than when I had to kill my brother, more horrible than barely surviving, day after day after day after day and all ALONE.
All alone.
By myself.
Single.
Solo.
Solitary.
Alone.
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January 3
They're not really zombies.
Not in the traditional sense of the word.
They still breathe, and their hearts pump blood, and they can die. They're not like all those horror movies with the blood and the guts and the gore everywhere. They're almost… sane.
But there's a big difference between almost and completely.
I don't know why I keep writing in this journal. It's not like anyone else is ever going to read it.
At least no one who's not a zombie.
Do they even remember how to read? I don't know. I don't really know much about zombies, except what I scrounged from the newspapers.
I really should know more about them if I'm going to survive.
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December 25
Found an abandoned farm today. Figured it was safe because of all the dead animals.
I got two more knives and a whetstone, some warm jackets and a book. The book was the best find of all. It is the published research papers of Dr. Aaron Dearborne. Although it looks very dry and long-winded, this is my best chance to find out more about the zombies.
Maybe - it sounds stupid, even to me - maybe I could find a cure?
Tonight, I sleep in a warm bed for the first time in months.
Merry Christmas to me.
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December 31
You know what's the most terrifying thing about all of this?
Of course you don't.
You're a book. Bound in leather and with exactly 286 pages. Yeah, I counted them. Not like I had anything else to do.
Except survive. But even that gets repetitive after a while. People truly can get used to anything.
Anything at all.
So the most terrifying thing about all of this, more terrifying than the fact that zombies completely DESTROYED civilization in less than a year, more nauseating than when I had to kill my brother, more horrible than barely surviving, day after day after day after day and all ALONE.
All alone.
By myself.
Single.
Solo.
Solitary.
Alone.
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January 3
They're not really zombies.
Not in the traditional sense of the word.
They still breathe, and their hearts pump blood, and they can die. They're not like all those horror movies with the blood and the guts and the gore everywhere. They're almost… sane.
But there's a big difference between almost and completely.
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Yay another chapter!
In all honesty, this is like four chapters in one.
And it still doesn't make a full page.
Oh well, enjoy.
Next chapter should be out next weekish? It's going to be longer than this, at least.
In all honesty, this is like four chapters in one.
And it still doesn't make a full page.
Oh well, enjoy.
Next chapter should be out next weekish? It's going to be longer than this, at least.
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