Hey surviviors.
I'm still alive.
I managed to make it back to my accomodation at 'the securest place on earth'. The zombies have dispersed since two days ago.
Putting all the stuff that happened behind me... It's time to face... A test!
Lo and behold, the masters of this establishment have decided in their infinite wisdom that, regardless of circumstance, we need testing.
At 9AM.
You see, there's a trade-off here. You get some safety, and you meet other survivors, but without those things... This would be torture.
Physics is turning out to be more difficult than I assumed...
Of course, I am grateful that I'm being worked to death, because it means that I will know a lot when I'm older...
Keep telling yourself that when you may actually be infected and don't know how long you've got left to... live.
Every day might be my last, and how am I spending tomorrow?
Massive amounts of work.
Oh, don't seek medical help... Don't spend time with your family... You should be learning until the very moment you turn.
Not fair. It's not fair. And it pisses me right off sometimes. Anyway... I need sleep, both physically and mentally.
REMAIN INDOORS