It has been a few weeks now since I arrived in town, all be it unintentionally. I still cringe at the thought of that night; the mob of biters swarming me from no where; the sound of their rotting bodies collapsing beneath the tires of my  motorcycle  as I tried like hell to get threw them. Every time I close my eyes I can still hear their wails. For a moment I thought I was done, laying there against the remains of my bike, just waiting for them to finish me. Something inside me snapped just then, I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. They came at me in groups of one and two, and I killed them. Be it with hand, dagger or rock, in the end I was the only one left standing. It was easier then before, I have killed in the past, before the world went to hell  so why not after.

Afterwards I  packed up what I had “acquired” while on the road the past year; found a nearby shoreline cleaning myself up. Rinsing the  blood and gore from my body then following it here to Arkley. I have always felt out of place, a savagery that lived in me others feared, but in this new world it was different. Savagery would keep you alive, violence was the normal now. 127 days ago I was an outlaw, a killer…..now im a survivor.

Its a town like any other considering the chaos. The  local bar seems sporadic when comes to cliental, but as always is a good source of intel if you know the right questions. The manager there Kali is very forth coming and after a few drinks very chatty. I have already started work on building a trade line with her. Which reminds me I  still have to procure  two bottles for her and lock that down firmly, in this world information’s more important then ammo. Liquor makes people forget it all and let their guard down if just for a minute, and that’s all I need.

Then there is Sy. ten pounds of dynamite in a five pound sack. She brought me to the eights which is by far the most secure  building in town. Guards, gates and  an almost military style organization within. I have decided to rest my head their at least for the time being. They have a sense of family among them that’s appealing to most. Jet runs the show from what I can tell, a fierce woman by any standard, will have to keep an eye on her.  She may be out of commission for now but I have a feeling  that doesn’t mean she’s not keeping tabs on everyone.

The proprietor of the “Dollhouse” , B, intrigues me. Although I am not sure why. Perhaps it is because she  lives in the grey as I do. After her town gathering the other day I was left with the impression there’s a lot more to her and her goals then just being a peddler of ass. I will have to watcher more and see just where here aspirations lead.

Guessing I should get back to town soon the suns setting and this body beside me is turning rank. I have never seen him around town but still some body finds a traveler with his head almost spun off his neck and is bound to raise some questions. I saw some cinder blocks not far off, I’ll just drop him from what left of the bridge and sink him. If my moral compass wasn’t so fucked Id almost feel bad. But, is the law of supply and demand… and I demand his supplies.