Is there anyone willing to watch my dog? I'd like to go out scavenging and maybe finding some better animals for, you know, the arrowing, but I don't wanna risk him getting zombie-handled.
Well, I was hoping we'd have found a decent water source by now, but since we're still limping along it's probably prudent to mention I do have my magical coffee flask from a couple of months ago. Coffee's hardly ideal and I have no idea whether there's a limit as to how much will come out of it but we're not exactly in a position to be picky when it comes to keeping sixty-odd people hydrated for another half week.
Hello? I appreciate the letter. A paper airplane's better than a creepy doll. I still have questions. Does this have anything to do with Russians? Is there any way to contact home? What do I do if I run into a zombie?
You've probably heard if you didn't see. I got bit.
Already running a fever, so I holed up with Rose and barricaded ourselves in.
Promise me you'll be around next week, and that if you're seeing me on your magic screen you won't watch. Nobody needs to see this, and we're as good as we can be in the meantime.