Was thinking about it some more. No wonder that water
tasted funny. How many zombs are in that lake? I know we didn’t purposely drink
any of it, but might have swallowed some in the struggle to get here. Are we
only days away from being zombs now? Are we contaminated? Infected? Whatever
you call it! I haven’t said anything to the boys yet. Don’t want to scare them
if nothing is going to happen. On the other hand, is this it?
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Jan. 2, 2023
Was having a good sleep until James woke me up. Saw
activity by the lake. At first we thought it was some zombs, but then realized
that it was people and zombs. Couldn’t figure out what they were doing until
they got on some kind of raft with the zombs. Crazy. They went out towards the
middle of the lake, and apparently dropped the zombs into the water. Why? They
returned and walked back into the woods. The strangeness never stops. Q kept
throwing out ideas, but I don’t want to know what that was about. I do know
that means there are people too close to us so we need to move soon. I don’t
want to be thrown in the lake.