((IC journal of the character Tami)) *a grimy jade green spiral notebook, the front cover sporting a sweet picture of a basset hound puppy; stuck into the spiral back is a common ballpoint pen, the top somewhat chewed; a dirty piece of string wraps twice around the middle, holding it closed*

Slowly getting to know my new home. I find myself sleeping a little better, but still wake several times a night in a cold sweat. I’ve found 3 different burned out or falling down buildings the rotate between, so I’m warmer at night now using what walls there are for windbreaks.

I’ve met some of the locals, and so far they seem nice. It’s such a welcome relief to be able to trade for food and clean water! I still scavenge of course, which usually goes well with few infected. Last night it didn’t though, I was hanging half in a dumpster to get at a good piece of pipe to replace the weapons I left before entering, and an infected came around the building and scared the snot out of me. I caught my right arm on a rusty piece of something scrambling out- such an idiot move. Working at the hospital turned out to be useful, one of the staff there fixed me up when she came on duty. Here’s hoping my tetanus is still good!