Beginning of day 3 on the island.

What year is it, even? I’ll have to check my logs to start dating entries properly again…

Yesterday, Jubal and I found a place to stay together. We’ve started scavenging for housing essentials. While out on my own, I came across a little girl; pigtails, all the classic signs of childhood excepting the clear signs of infection. I didn’t hesitate to bash open her skull this time, where as in the past I at least gave pause. Christ, nearly three years of this shit, have I turned into more of a monster than I started out? I at least found a snickers bar along with my existential dread.

Supposedly there’s a mandatory check-up to be had in town. Not looking forward to it.

Thora A. Larsen