This is the journal of Max Wagner. While fighting to survive, Max journalizes his new life in Zombieville. Learn about how the world became overrun by these zombies, what Max is going through to survive, stories from people he met along the way, and his former life. The journal will be tweeted piece-by-piece on Twitter first. Follow twitter name ddnzombieville to be the first to read the journal. The journal will be posted here sometime afterwards for easier reading, or for you to catch up.
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
June 26, 2019
Man do I hate moving! Those dam zombies didn’t make it easy. It looked clear, but I didn’t get far before I heard them coming. I tried to take a different route, but I didn’t want to get too far off course. I wasn’t sure if they picked up my scent, so I decided to hide in a garbage dumpster. God, it was terrible. Who knows how long that garbage has been sitting there? I think I would have vomited if I actually had something substantial to eat. I think I spent two days there. I am not sure what they were doing. I really don’t know what they do besides kill people. They came close to finding me. I even think one bumped up against the dumpster, but I don’t think they knew I was there. There is no way they could have made out my scent amongst all that garbage. At least I hope not. When I finally got out, I took it slow, and safe. I didn’t care where they went as long as they didn’t see, or smell me. I made it to my building of choice. This is a huge condominium. It must be 25 stories. Right now I am on the 11th floor. I just didn’t have the strength to go higher. I usually like to check out the whole building before settling in, but this one is too big, and I am too weak. Maybe I made a bad choice. I am just going to have to be more alert. I am going to sleep. I’m too weak to write anymore.
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