I'd almost say this was fucking worth it. Kind of like walking for hours with zombies at my heels and no food, and then coming across a pile of first aid, badass weapons, and ammo. Satisfying!

I've got my auto-shotgun back. And there's food, oh god, food.

I hope everyone is okay.

Well, this blows. Whatever the fuck is going on is ridiculous, I can't wish my dad a happy father's day because he's a zombie, and I'm pretty much stuck inside for a day unless I want to risk running into some crazy guys who want to boss around some girls.

And this is what. Day 3 in the sweet town of Mayfield?