Doing the best to get out of here. Pain or no pain. Hunger or no hunger. Don’t worry journal. We aren’t getting caught.
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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Friday, September 30, 2011
May 8, 2022
I can’t believe we had to leave. I’m not sure where to go now. I knew those soldiers were up to no good. I’m getting rid of these papers. I don’t want to be caught with them. Going to experiment on us. Watch our behavior and turn us into zombies. Bullshit. No more soldiers. Not trusting them. If you read this, don’t trust them. They are changing people into zombies to learn about them. I wonder if that means the government is still functioning somewhere. Where ever they are, they are up to no good. The zombies under the house were for an experiment. They have several cabins in the area according to the papers. I knew that wasn’t a vacation house. I got to get out of these woods. What a mistake it was coming this way. Dragging leg along. I don’t care. It can’t heal fast enough.
Friday, September 23, 2011
May 5, 2022
Now I know where that room goes, and where not to step. It has been quiet down there. Taking no chances. Wonder what this cabin was for. Couldn’t be more than a vacation home. I couldn’t imagine anyone living here a long time. Makes me also wonder if there is a river or something nearby. Why else would you vacation here? Did the people down there die on vacation? That sucks
Friday, September 16, 2011
May 4, 2022
Old food. Use to it. Had to have something. I don’t know what everyone does for food. Most of it is old, even stuff that was supposed to last. It is killer on the stomach. And people complained about the grocery store. Arms feeling better. Leg still hurts. Zombie still there somewhere.
Maybe May
Fuck. I have a zombie living underneath me. I thought they were just dead people, but one of them actually moved. Curiosity got me looking through cracks again. Then surprised when one started moving. Didn’t move much. Light moaning. It looks like it is going to die. Again. Got to stay off floor just in case. Not a problem since can’t walk. So hungry though.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Still April
Final found shelter. Cabin
So glad I made it.
No one here. Expect dead bodies in a hidden room under floor
Probably hiding then died
Not opening the door unless have too
Saw them only cause crawling on floor.
They have a bed. Nice bed
Lock myself in. Not leaving
Hopefully I don’t end up like them. April
I admit it would be nice to have a little help.
Even though I want to be alone.
No idea where I’m going.
Arms are killing me from all the crawling.
Like a baby.
Surprise I haven’t become a zombie snack yet.
It is so nerve wrecking knowing one may pop up at any second and there won’t be anything I can do about it.
Hopefully my leg will heal before that happens. Saturday, September 3, 2011
Ap
Hurts to stand
Crawling as much as I can
Hoping to find a safe place
Sitting out in the open isn’t good
Can’t sleep much
Pain Worries Dreams keeping me
Zombie soldiers chewing on leg
Mom laughing as usual
Pain
Tired
Pain
Hunger
Friday, September 2, 2011
April
Is this what a wounded animal feels like
Wounded animals are easy prey
Sorry journ got blood on you
I don’t think I broke my leg
Feels like it Pain