Hiya!
It's difficult to stay optimistic in the apocalypse, but someone's got to do it.
Undead have eaten my friends, zombies have gobbled up my associates, infected have scoffed down my colleagues...
Pfft! At least I'm alive, and so... they live on through me!
I get upset quite a lot, thinking about all this outbreak crap, but at the end of the day, it could always be worse!
Sometimes, like today, I just feel like living.
Screw everything. I'm going to die eventually... Why not scrape the joy out of what we have left?
Unusual... I'm smiling...
Could this be the start of something new? Survivor 2.0.1 perhaps? Beta build blogger?
Happy and content with everything I have... Life, health, family, friends... Isn't that all you need?
Ahh, I'm slipping back into boring old personal stuff...
Grenades! They're messy little buggers! Pipe bombs, doubly so!
Only a few weapons have the power to take out 15 or more stumbling ghouls...
Oh the sick fun that can be had in the capital!
Damn, 20 years ago, people would put me to sleep. I'd be mentally insane by those old standards...
Finding any kind of enjoyment in the killing (or re-killing) of anything remotely human would just be disturbing...
It's strange, but how times have changed... The end of the world... It creates a kind of essential detatchment...
Look, if we didn't kill them, they would kill us... It is what we have to do, and that is just that. Or...
Maybe I'm just a horrible human! Hehe, on that note, sleep tight!
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