Day 112

That moron Kyle!

He came back over to the house last night and slept in the downstairs room with Miranda. He waited until everyone was asleep and then just made the decision to come in.

Miranda turned and bit him.

Well, it was barely a bite.

It was more of a nibble. She got off the tip of one of his fingers. Eugene said that, if we take off the rest of the finger, the infection wouldn’t spread.

So, now, he’s got nine fingers and no fiancé.

Linda put one of her 24 remaining bullets in Miranda’s head. Horace was afraid of how much noise we had made, so we made a late-night exodus out of the farmhouse and continued on our way north.

It’s all Kyle’s fault…