I'm not sure what day it is to be honest, I've lost track, the monsters keep me up at night and my days are spent trying to find some form of civilisation. I've build a better house with the bits of concrete I've managed to mine from the ground. The walls are cold and grey and the echo of the undead relentlessly pushing against the outerwall sends chills through the stale air and my spine. The land is littered with barn animals, sheep and cows roam, yet the beasts care not for these animals, the only flesh they crave is human. Is mine.
I killed a cow and felt no remorse as it hit the ground, part of it spilling onto the ground. I picked it up and ate it raw. I am no better than the beasts that persue me.
So now I go to lie in my shitty bed, in my shitty house on this shitty island and try to remember what it was to smile, to sing, to hear the voice of a friend, or the laugh of a loved one.
Still having a nice holiday.
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