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Journal entry date
9-1-08


It was raining tonight. I used to love the rain, and the way it smelled. It always seemed to set my world right again, to refresh it all. But now, now it just helps the stench rise faster. The air smells rotten and coppery, so much so that I can taste it.

This morning I was out in the downtown area, Fremont stree,t looking for supplies. The casinos are a good place to find a lot of supplies. That is if you can get to them first.
I stood in a hallway hiding behind a corner wall, watching the zoms gamble.
Honestly, other than the body parts hangn off of themselves, and the dried blood, it looked almost normal. People pushn around, shuffling around, tryn to win the big pot o gold . I had to stifle a slight giggle. Am I losing it already?
No one really knows why the zom’s return to certain areas, but I believe , like others, that its because it was what they did in life. Habits die hard, even when the body doesn’t…die.

I always thought that gambling was a waste of time, and your money, but now? I could be rich ifn that’s what I was after. Some still are . The living I mean. Just as vicious as the zombies ifn not more.
I would rather be rich by having my friends and family surrounding me with love ,than all the money in this town. Im so worried about them all.

Journal Entry Date
8-30-08

Another night of hiding. Another night of fighting for survival. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. Screaming in the silence. That’s what it is. I’m screaming in the silence but only I can hear me. I don’t dare call out, they might hear me and come to get me. As it was, I was lucky enough to escape with no scrapes or bites, though I can’t say that about the two people who were with me when we ran for our lives from the grocery store.
Grocery store. Ha. The only ones doing the shopping were the damned zombies, and let me tell ya, they weren’t picky shoppers.
I went there hoping against all hopes that there would be something left to eat, and there was…. Me and only a few others. I didn’t even have the chance to tack up my note letting my family know where I was.

Some people like to travel at night, using the cover of darkness to hide in, but for me… I like to be able to see them coming so I can get out of the way.
I know there are others out there, some groups have come thru the city , tried to get me to leave Las Vegas, but I couldn’t, not until I’ve found my family . I have to find my family.