Well, a lot has been goin on. It seems like a lot anyway. Maybe it’s because I’m getting soft. I hope that’s not the case. That’s the one thing I don’t want to happen while I’m here. Monsters are still out there and not all of them are rotting corpses.

Anyway, on the plus side at the moment, I’m all healed up now. My knee only aches occasionally. But I don’t have to keep the brace on it anymore. I do have a new wicked looking bullet wound scar down there. Not that anyone is ever gonna see it really.

I think I mentioned having found a bike to ride on. Ya know an actual bicycle not a motorcycle. If I even tried to ride one of those things I can see me trapped underneath it and scraped and bruised to hell and back. The bike is rusty and squeaks something awful unless I can keep it greased up. Hard to find the oil to help that.

It’s been raining and cold a lot lately. Havin to drag out my winter and rain gear, not that there’s much difference between the two really. Didn’t think to bring a raincoat. Used to have this blue tarp I found but then I lost it one day when a horde of zombies shambled into my camp.

Anyway, apparently I’ve been missing a lot of other things as well. Part of the hospital is quite badly burned. Not sure what happened there. I haven’t found anyone who knows anything. Or if they do they haven’t mentioned it to me. And then I found out that Macy got hit by some douche with a baseball bat. Not sure what happened there either. But she was pretty messed up and rather loopy and ill when I saw her.

Luckily, she had Tristan taking care of her. She needs someone to look after her.

On the “home front”, something happened to me that totally came out of left field. Thayer is one of the guys that works for the Shelter here in Arklay. We got to talking while things were slow. He was so easy to talk to about things.

Then, out of nowhere, he asked me on a date. I’ve never been asked on a date before. Even before the world went to hell in a hand basket. I was always just “one of the guys”. They always came to me for help with their computers or to try and hook up with one of my friends. I was pretty much invisible. Now, here was this guy in the zombie apocalypse asking me on a date.

I was so shocked I didn’t even know what to say for a few moments. I even had to ask him if he was serious. When it was clear he wasn’t…I actually accepted. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not dating material. My hair looks like a golden and tangled mop on my head. I’m usually not that clean since I don’t get to have actual baths. I’m short and not leggy or blue eyed or girly in any sense of the word.

Honestly, I don’t know why he asked. Maybe if I go on the date I’ll be able to find out why.

But the question playing in my mind right now is…what does one wear on a date in the middle of the zombie apocalypse? Hell if I know.