I had a nice long talk with Ben today. Longest conversation we’ve had. He’s human after all. The dude is quite intelligent as well, and his service commitment is extraordinary. He genuinely likes to help newcomers.

After our talk, we ambled on in separate ways. I made it to Sam n’ Ella’s, and snuck up behind Kim and scared her a bit. She was off work and going on a mission,

I don’t understand things at times. It’s good to journal I guess.

I retain hopes that the Watchmen will be resurrected. Time will tell though. It’s all good.

I had a haircut last night. A great fade. It looks good. It’ll grow out again soon enough, but I might keep short hair. It’s easier to manage. Some other things happened last night, but I’ll leave that to your imagination. It was also all good.

My main struggle now is to stay focused. Too often I just go with the flow –  and that frequently gets me in trouble. I don’t need more trouble.

So I walk about. Meeting people. Examining buildings. Studying the  infected as they shuffle around. I’m probably strong enough, I could dance with one. That’d be a trip.

I’m also focused on my humanity though. I can’t fall into the same traps I did before. Well, not all of them anyhow.

It’a good meeting people. I feel more complete, but I’ve got a long ways to go. I killed almost nothing today. Well, a turkey and a zombie. 3 shots, not bad for both. It’s nice having a lot of ammo!

Not really much to report here. I ran into Sweetie  again. Dirty little girl – and I mean grime, she needs a good scrubbing. We didn’t talk much though, but she is super friendly and polite. I wonder how she survived the apocalypse.

That’s about it, journal. I’m feeling rather chipper today, so no dark thoughts will be posted here. Maybe later. I swing from mood to mood.

Have a good day, journal. It’s been nice talking to ye.