Day 1; Arrived at Arklay
April 13-14th, 2017

• # of Dead Mercy’d: 315
• # of Souls Sent to God: 27
• Food: Fresh Meat (x1), Canned (x1), Apple (x1)
• Liquids: -None-
• Weapons: Old Axe (x1), Crossbow (x1), Hunting Knife (x1)
• Ammo: -None-

The dead are screaming. Even though everyone else says they just hear the hissing, groaning, moaning noises they make, I can hear them screaming. They want to be released – we all want to be released, but I don’t give mercy to the living. That’s God’s job. It’s been almost three months since the last time I had to send a living soul to Him, and every time I think it will be the last. I know it won’t be, but I don’t see why it can’t be. There are plenty of biters wandering around needing mercy, but people keep trying to hurt me.

I hope this new town works out for me. I miss people, and I miss walls, even if it is boring to hide behind them. I want to eat cooked food, and worry about being clean enough. I want to bath Sammi, he’s gotten very musky since his last bathing.

Mostly, I just want someone to talk to who isn’t (probably) a figment of my imagination. I’m writing in this diary I was given, but it’s just making me itchy. I want to be out there, doing more, but I need resources first. That means a job – so I’m working at Coach’s Pub, across from the SamNella diner.

I miss my family. I burned them up, but I miss them anyway.

Stabby Jenkins