I’m Still Here

I’ve finally finished reinforcing my new home. It has been a lot of work since I’m alone.

Justin, Still an Asshole

I’ve looked all over, the keys to the truck aren’t here.  Justin must have him.  Luckily he hasn’t moved on.  What is left of him is shuffling around across the street.

Not Much Left

Justin did a number on our supplies.

Negotiations

Justin came to me today to talk.  The conversation was not good.

Sad Momento

I was cleaning up today, came across a coffee mug with lipstick on it. 

Chores

The ghouls have no respect I tell you.

Dawn of a New Day

I woke up today before the sun came up.

Just another day

Justin is eating again, but it’s robotic. He spends a lot of time in the basement.

It’s a struggle to get out of bed…what’s the point?  I fee like no matter how much we fight it’s for naught. Either we’ll run out of supplies and starve or we’ll be overrun and infected.  I haven’t discussed this with Justin, I already know how he feels.

I don’t feel much like writing today guys.

The Burial

Justin took care of his wife before she reanimated.  Once she was at rest we wrapped her in a sheet and brought her to the basement.

Obvious turn for the worse

Jackie’s temp is at 97 F and falling, she’s not talking much.  When she does talk it’s not very coherent.  For the first time since she got bitten Justin seems to have pulled his shit together.