I don’t care if it’s really 2023 or not. Time is just
not important anymore. Expect maybe how long we have to live?
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, February 15, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Dec. 30, 2022
I must have forgot about my last river experience. It
didn’t go well, and neither did this time. Q almost drown. It would have been
nice if he would have spoken up about not being a great swimmer. Freaking water
was cold. Refreshing but cold. And taste funny. It came out into a lake. This
must have been a nice place to fish in the summer. Not that I see many fish.
Boy would it be nice to fry one up about now. Found some small cabins along the
lake. A place to rest up and dry off.