I’ve been on the island for over a week now. It’s been better than I could have hoped. Most of the people here are friendly and I even found a job! I couldn’t believe how much they were paying me at the diner just to do some cleaning, running for supplies and serving the occasional customer but, when I saw the prices for food, water, medicine and other commodities, I realized I wasn’t going to get rich working at the diner. Most of my check has been used just for the necessities of life. It’s okay, Diary. I’m not complaining because I’ve been able to drink clean water and eat enough to get back a lot of my strength. I’m thinking now about going out on a series of scouting missions to see if I can find any information about Peter (If something has happened to me and a stranger has come across my journal, Peter is my brother. We were separated when the government’s camp where we had been sent was overrun by hordes of those godless, undead creepers). I pray I don’t come across Randy and his group when I’m out there on my own.

I said most of the people were friendly but, the other night, I was in the pub and a man came in ranting about being back from somewhere and that he wanted water NOW. All the while he was hovering his hand over a pistol at his side. He ended up jumping over the counter and choking the bartender, Aiya. Luckily Tris, another bartender?, was able to drive him away by pulling out a shotgun. Aiya seemed really hurt. I haven’t seen her since then but I hope she’s okay now.

Well, that’s all I feel like writing for now. I off to go explore more of this island. Love and kisses!