And all henceforth days. This is an ongoing history of what is happening to me and anybody I may meet.

The world has gone to hell. I may be one of the last people on earth.
Find me. Help me.
I'll help you. I'll find you.
We must pull through.
We must survive.

Day 20

So I have 25 bullets left.
5 zombies left.
You have no idea how empowering it is to know that those things can die.

That means we can survive.

We are currently trying to figure out how to best go about killing these other blokes. We’re still scared to death to walk outside, especially at night.
I wonder if they sleep….

But we don’t want to mess with them unless we have to.

Well, the girls don’t. I’m so damn curious about them that I almost want them to come back.

I say that now, at least. The next time I run into one I’ll probably crap myself and try to kill it.

But when i’m not scared half to death, I’m very interested in these things.

How do the dead rise?
How did all of the people, save for us, die?

Why didn’t we die?

Today, we simply stayed inside. We loaded up the wii and played some Smash bros for a while. I got my butt whooped by my girlfriend. she can play peach and zelda hella well.

It was good. It calmed us all down and got our minds off of those things outside.

we played My Sims for a bit too. less high strung, more relaxing.
Lots of fun.

The first time we’ve all really had a good, non stressful, fun day in a long time.

Looking at my title, I believe it has been roughly 20 days since our last good day.