Goddamn papercut. Need a bandaid. And what's going on outside the Zone makes me start looking over my shoulder like the zombies are going to follow the scent of blood like motherfucking sharks.
I feel as if suddenly the world is so small. It's always felt small to me, but knowing that all those people are dead or just gone and we're all that's left shrinks it. And everything is rationed, so I can't get drunk.