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I am runner five #02

Been a week or so since I wrote that last entry.  It’s hard to find a space where no one’s looking over your shoulder, you know? Not that I’m doing anything wrong.  I’m just writing in a notebook.  Still… not sure exactly who to trust here.  There’s a whole ‘thing’ with this place called New Canton.  They’re, I don’t know, the enemy or something.  Because just being at odds with the undead isn’t enough.

They are kinda weird though. I saved this one bloke but then, well, it didn’t really matter in the end.  And then they tried to capture me which felt a little bit ‘24-hours later’… And they’ve shot at me.  But this guy, he was just like me really.  A runner, trying to make the best of it.  So, they can’t all be ‘bad’.  I wonder what they think of Abel Township…  All I know is that we seem to see the best and the worst of human nature.  Some people go to extraordinary lengths to help others, or they’re just somehow decent to one another… you know, with the little stuff.  The everyday sort of kindness.  And others, they seem to become something else.  Something worse than monsters.

I could use a holiday. A real holiday.  Somewhere warm and zombie-free.  With showers.  Warm showers! And there we go.  I am going to be yearning for a warm shower all day now. This is probably why I never kept a diary before the apocalypse – I ramble…


I can't believe I'm admitting this after years of disproving so-called 'sightings'. But the fae are real. They're real and they're here and they're going to banish humanity from the planet! Unless we can show them that we will care for the planet... please, help me save the world:

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