Day Four

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I barely got any sleep last night. When I do wake up, its not because I want to. Its the same thing that caused me to get barely a wink of sleep. The hungry hoard of zombies that I'm staring at from my perch.

"Oh yeah, thats a problem," I very astutely point out, looking at the zombies.

The first thing I do today is work on taking care of the zombies. I place a blockade between me and the zombies and open the door, killing them as they wander into my trap. It takes a while, but I'd rather have them dead then alive. Well, they're already dead, but I want them more dead. I cut down the trees around my house for more materials and make sure that no more zombies can sneak up on me. A bird swoops at me, so I swiftly take it out, although I dont cook it. I dont know what carries the virus, and ingesting something infected somehow doesn't seem like the best course of action.

Tonight, a zombie gets into a scuffle with me. It tears at my skin but I fight it off and end it with a slash to the neck. With my blood now staining my wood floor, I close my door and get ready to sleep when I hear something ghastly. The walls of my house breaking. The zombies are breaking through my walls. Either I haven't noticed this before, or the zombies are getting stronger, and if its the latter, I have a feeling this isn't their limit to how strong they'll get.

"UHM, YOU FUCKING WHAT??? YOU FUCKING WHAT???" I yell, wondering how the zombies are punching through straight wood.

I can't reinforce my house at night, so I do the next best thing. I put 2 doors instead of 1. It... doesn't help all too much. As expected. Really don't know what I thought 2 doors was gonna do, but its too late now. I spend the rest of the night fixing the walls that the zombies are breaking. Running on 30 minutes of sleep, all I can think is:

"This fucking sucks"


END OF CHAPTER


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Although it isn't the best thing ever, I gotta admit, im enjoying writing this. Its kinda... therapeutic in a way I guess? Connie reassured me that they didn't feel bad for me and that I was actually improving, so that's good! I just hope that I can keep this up for 100 days. Day 5 is inbound.

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