I feel bad about it but it wasn’t all my fault, right? Old Man Dixon should have known to close the door after me and it was a sneakey little bastard – went straight for his throat and I admit, I froze, if I’d gone in a few seconds earlier and it would be just another war story for the old man.

I buried him down near the pier, the ground was easier to dig there. It doesn’t seem to be the done things burying the dead, or the dead undead, or the properly dead, Eugh, you know what I mean. It didn’t seem proper to just leave the old man in the street or throw him in a dumpster. It was more dignified this way. I didn’t mark his grave, I don’t want some nosey fucker digging him up and putting two and two together and getting five. Or even four, it doesn’t make me look good – how do I prove that he gave me those keys? Yes, it’s better I just throw people a line of him attempting to leave the island and leaving me in charge.

It’s going better than I could have hoped for, which makes how I came about this sting all the more in the guilt stakes – but life goes on. I’m building up a nice little crew including a chick with not only amazing high heel but some pretty awesome ideas. We’re talking about using plant resins and wax on fabric to use as ductape when the last two rolls finally get used up and if I’m being truly honest, I would never have thought of that. She has this Swiss Family Zombie act down to a fine art and I think she’s going to get on really well with the others.

Met Apocalypse Barbie again too – still not sure what to make of that kid. She scares me but I couldn’t tell you why because I have a foot and half and at least 30lbs over her. Turns out her name’s Buffy, she came to see if I could fix her phone but the thing was falling into pieces in her hand and electronics aren’t my bag. I can run a circuit but I’m not going to get a job at the Genius bar any time soon, y’know, if Apple stores still existed.

The still is still a pain, I can’t get an air-tight seal with the hoses, but Camile made a decent suggestion about perhaps using the fuel lines from the helicopter wreck up the road. We made loose plans to try it in the next couple of days, which would be awesome because if I tried it now, if it didn’t blow straight up in my face, the ‘shine would prolly send me blind. Note to self: Maybe get a guineapig that isn’t you to test drink the first batch.