Entry 4
Dear Journal,
I am a fucking moron. When am I gonna learn that people are bad news?
Lemme back up. Drove into the city yesterday, trying to see if there was anyone else alive in this shithole. Creamed a bunch of zombies on the way. Car's pretty disgusting, but whatever--not like it's mine. Anyway, I found a couple of guys hanging out at this big hospital. First dude, tall, skinny redhead, calls himself Lus. He seemed okay. Second dude, not so tall, scary, Victorian-looking, like some kinda Sweeny Todd Jack the Ripper slasher serial killer freak. Sabbat. Had an actual straight razor. Come to think of it, maybe they're one of those teams, with one guy who's dominant and calls the shots and the other guy follows him around like a tool while they rape and murder people.
Maybe not.
Did I lock the door?
Yeah, I did. Cool.
They seemed pretty freaked out by me, though. Sabbat had a really ugly gash on his leg until I showed up, and you know the story from there, Journal. I thought it would be gone by this morning, but it's not. Looks a bit better, but it still hurts like a bitch; probably infected. Maybe that's it. I never could shake a cold once it got me. Maybe this stupid ability doesn't work on bugs once I've got 'em. Or maybe it just picked today to not work at all. I'll take some more painkillers and see if I can find some antibiotics. It might be a good idea to acquire some extra supplies here anyway. Never know what might happen. Then I guess I'll have to take off. Maybe I'll try to find that other group Lus mentioned.
Oh, wait. People suck. Idiot. Place like this, someone is gonna be hurt everywhere I go. Maybe I'll just get high on cool prescription drugs, ha ha.
... I'm not that stupid, Journal. I promise.
I am a fucking moron. When am I gonna learn that people are bad news?
Lemme back up. Drove into the city yesterday, trying to see if there was anyone else alive in this shithole. Creamed a bunch of zombies on the way. Car's pretty disgusting, but whatever--not like it's mine. Anyway, I found a couple of guys hanging out at this big hospital. First dude, tall, skinny redhead, calls himself Lus. He seemed okay. Second dude, not so tall, scary, Victorian-looking, like some kinda Sweeny Todd Jack the Ripper slasher serial killer freak. Sabbat. Had an actual straight razor. Come to think of it, maybe they're one of those teams, with one guy who's dominant and calls the shots and the other guy follows him around like a tool while they rape and murder people.
Maybe not.
Did I lock the door?
Yeah, I did. Cool.
They seemed pretty freaked out by me, though. Sabbat had a really ugly gash on his leg until I showed up, and you know the story from there, Journal. I thought it would be gone by this morning, but it's not. Looks a bit better, but it still hurts like a bitch; probably infected. Maybe that's it. I never could shake a cold once it got me. Maybe this stupid ability doesn't work on bugs once I've got 'em. Or maybe it just picked today to not work at all. I'll take some more painkillers and see if I can find some antibiotics. It might be a good idea to acquire some extra supplies here anyway. Never know what might happen. Then I guess I'll have to take off. Maybe I'll try to find that other group Lus mentioned.
Oh, wait. People suck. Idiot. Place like this, someone is gonna be hurt everywhere I go. Maybe I'll just get high on cool prescription drugs, ha ha.
... I'm not that stupid, Journal. I promise.