No entry for Day 1. Too busy trying to figure things out and plan ahead ( Read more... )

Well, here's the rest of the drama.

( This world needs more than help with a zombie problem. )

Oh thank you, I’m back home. It’s going to be a good year before I ever leave the apartment again.

( Drama llama happened. )

So, from what I can tell, there are four kinds of people left around here.

The Living, AKA the ones with the guns in the malls acting like morons blowing everything up and raiding everything.

The Dead-Dead, AKA all the not-moving, rotting, festering and otherwise gross carcasses that are all over the damned place stinking the world up to high ( Read more... )

Call me Zed Tollson. It's supposed to sound like 'Cid' but everyone always calls me 'Zed' anyways. Age: 20. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Brown. Pretty much, I'm about average, I think anyways.

So, I can already see people jumping to conclusions and all that, and it's driving me up the wall, but seriously, no, my parents were not crazy, nor did they hate ( Read more... )