Uncharted territory for zombs no more. So weird. At
first they were all kind of standing at the edge cliff looking down here. I’m
not sure why we didn’t run, but we also stood and watched them. Then one
decided to try to come down, but it just fell and rolled. Then others waited.
Like they knew what was going to happen. Finally another tried unsuccessfully.
And another. We laughed. And laughed. Until one got up. Sort of. It tried to
stand then fell time after time. Then others started crawling. God do I hate
zombies. We had to go over there and put an end to them. Funny how some of them
lost body parts on the way down. Good thing we went down slowly. Can’t afford
to lose any body parts.
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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Sunday, November 18, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Dec. 7, 2022
Fuck is it cold in this valley. Colder than sitting up
in those trees. Air just flowing right down here. Took clothes off the dead to
wrap up in. Smells but whatever. Everything smells. Bad.