Still alive. Still alive. Still alive.
Out of breath.
I'm pretty sure I'm over by Wood Lake right now. This would have been an easier day if my busted up knees hadn't kept me from staying in marathon shape. I swear I could amputate my knee without anesthetic right now and I would hurt less than I do.
The more I think about it, the more I think Wood Lake is a bad idea. Water = Zombies. Zombies = Bad.
I saw a small child eat his mother this afternoon. I didn't have time to vomit.