Thomas' Diary | Day 32 |

The last day this sorry fucker wrote in here was day 24. Since he hasn't been dead for too long, I would speculate it to be around maybe day 32 post-outbreak? Let's go with that.

I've been walking down this road for 6 nights now with no sign or sight of another person (don't know if I should take that as a curse or a blessing) and with little contact from any zeds. Being alone for the past couple days, scavenging for only myself, defending me, I thought it would be better. Writing this I'm struggling for words. It's hardly been a month and I've already started to forget what Ms. Fackrel had tried to teach me in English class those few years ago. Being like this kinda makes you realize how much you've taken things for granted.

For tonight I'm going to hole up in a trailer, not the most protected piece of engineering, but it is something people will easily look past and there is no risk of me not of clearing it thoroughly. Tomorrow I'm gonna take some backroads and try to find my way back to a Route that will hopefully take me to some towns that are actually labeled on a map, there I may be able to find a house or something with a little more insulation, too many more nights like these and I'll freeze my damn nuts off.

-Thomas