I’m on the road again, I'm trying to move from house to house, after my brief stay with Ruth its good to be back on my own. Ruth was lovely but she couldn't change and I cant take care of her. After the fire in the city I am wary of setting up any kind of permanent place to stay in a built up area. I’ve seen smoke in the distance I don’t think the zombies are capable of setting fires so maybe the last humans are trying to use the fires to kill the zombies or it’s just a coincidence that the fires are happening at the same time but I want to keep moving away from any built up areas. With a little luck I might be able to find a well-stocked cabin in the woods where I can hold up for a few weeks. It might be too much to hope for but if I could also get a dog and a banjo I could be quiet happy for a few months. But id settle for a rundown hovel as long as there were no zombies.
Journal entry thirteen. Don’t go crazy.
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