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11/1/16 I haven’t written in a while been busy which is a good thing well least for me. Lots has happened and again I give this journal a summery of things, though not sure why i keep it not like someone will read it who wants to know about a...

Yep. Still recoverin’ in the Hospital. X-Ray came back and the eye socket, while fractured, healed up pretty well over the last week ‘er so. Still got some time ‘fore the swellin’ goes down and I’m seein’ right a’gin. On the mend; ain’t much, but it’s enough. Need ta’ remember...

Ellinor turned over a can of fruit in her hand as she walked toward the ATC. Partly wondering if she should eat it then or save it for later when she needed food and hydration. Right then she felt fine. Seemed like a waste to eat or drink when one was...

Well, it’s sure been a night and a day. Things are moving pretty fast and I’ve no time to stop. Place to go, people to see or is it places to see people to be? Kind of feels like a bit of both, honestly. Run here, do this, do that....

Fortuna Favors The Bold. Ain’t been one for writin’ in these things. Hell, I know it won’t get me in touch with my feelings; I got torturers for that shit. But should someone stumble on this in a pile a’bones, ah wager it might do you some good. So if’n...

Yesterday was my birthday. October 23rd was my birthday. Happy birthday to me! What’d I get? Interrupted sleep and a horde of zombies. Can’t say I’m crazy about the gift, but it’s the thought that counts. And whoever thought that up for me can just shove it. If God exists,...

What a shit show. The beach is crawling with undead, Dearest Diary.. and its not looking good. Yesterday, on my way to the AES Shelter, I encountered a horde of them, all trying to get their way inside. Thankfully, I wasnt alone. A man named Conner, a woman with green...

October 24th, 2016. Monday. March. That’s when I was here last. I got taken in fucking March. And they didn’t send anyone to look for me… I mean I don’t really blame them. To them I’m just some random girl that was in charge of the Dollhouse for .2 seconds...

Paul sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly out the window, the sky was dark and the rain heavy.  He glanced off to his side, an old bedside table with a tape recorder sat on it was there, he shuffled down the bed to get closer.   Wiping...

They just keep coming. Got three new survivors yesterday at the shelter: Herc and Milly, both history buffs, and Trouble. Trouble didn’t speak much, but at least she followed the tour just right. Them other two squatted down in the kitchen and didn’t move for the rest of me showing...