Back to it this week. The heat has lifted a little so it’s not quite as… terrible. Funny – I can’t really bring myself to write just what it is like. Not in detail. Can’t even think about it. I have become really good at compartmentalising…
I guess we must all have PTSD. What happened to all the counsellors? Ah… yeah… they’re shuffling around out there trying not to reek too bad.
I found some medical data on my last run. Every chance it might shed some light on the current state of affairs. I can hope.
Found a really good machete too. Still sharp. I had to wrestle it off a zom. Worth it though. Being a runner has its perks, Benny (he makes stuff), Benny’s gonna make me a… I think it’s called a holster? Anyway, he’s gonna make it to strap across my back. I am so bad-ass now it is unreal. Rambo watch out…
