Diary #2

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Dear Diary,

I still haven't come up with a name for you yet... Sorry. I'll keep working on that. We need something that rolls of the tongue. Something easy to write, day-in and day-out.

On a different note, I should probably explain what's been happening. Right now, I am sitting on my cot in my 'room'. I shouldn't put 'room' in quotations like that, it really is a room, and i'm grateful to even have one. It's just kinda janky. Which is understandable, because ya'know, the whole "Zombie Apocalypse" situation.

But ayway, I'm waiting for some dude to come assign me a job. A Savior told me to wait in my room for job assignment when they put me here last night. I fell asleep relatively quickly. Suprising and not all at the same time. I haven't had a roof over my head in months.

I just flopped down on the cot. It's kind of boring in here. All I've done is eat and sleep. People are arguing out in the hallway. Wow I'm so nosy. I put my ear to the wall.

"Negan told me to place all new arrivals in seperate rooms to await job assignment." A gruff male voice croaked.

A lady replied. "Just make sure they're not waiting in there forever. I've got plenty of work to split between em'."

And then I heard nothing. They just walked off from each other. No "Goodbye". No nothing.

I kinda agree with the lady, I want out, I want to explore. Even if that means work. I just plopped back down on my cot. Maybe I should take another nap...

OH NEVERMIND! I hear knocking! Gotta go!

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