Day 85

Derek turned at the worst possible time. We were hiding from a hoard that was passing in the fields outside of Jenny’s neighbor’s house. As long as we were keeping quiet, we were hidden from those things. But Derek started to turn. I didn’t want to use Ophelia (what I named by shovel-knife) to kill a human, but it was either he die or we all get torn apart by those things.

Boris watched the entire thing.

We’re just a mile outside of the small hamlet that Jenny says the grocery store is in. We didn’t want to go in at night, so we are staying in another old farm house until morning. Then, we’ll go in and see what we can find.

Alfonso fashioned a bunch of steak-knives to his old MMA gloves, making, what he is calling, the Haymakers. I swear, he is getting more and more unhinged by the day. But, he has kept us alive this far.

We are kind of improvising with weapons now. Linda found a gun in one of the houses that we ransacked, just a little .22 with a few dozen rounds; she’s the only one who is properly equipped. The rest of us are working with some very strange weapons.

Kyle and Miranda, for instance, fashioned together matching pitch-fork/sledgehammer hybrids.

We look like a bunch of crazies.

But, I guess we will do what we have to do.

22% battery life on this one. It means that, if I don’t find a battery in the store, this might be my last entry.

Let’s hope not.