Remember that ugly dog thing from my last blog?

We just got hit by one at the parking lot on the south side of the mall. I'm bringing it back to the barricade for an autopsy to find out what the fuck it is, but it didn't make things easy for us.

Fucker took down that Mike guy from Alaska before I was able to take it out though. Poor bastard was just on vacation. He told me that the day before everything went wrong, he finally managed to stand up on the surfboard without falling right over. "I should have spent the summer snowboarding," was the last thing he said. R.I.P. my friend.

Naturally, all of Mike's screaming attracted a few more zombies than we could fight off hand to hand, so we pulled out. I only managed to siphon about twenty gallons of diesel and 5 regular. So we can at least get that semi to a gas station, if we can find one nearby that's still operating.

After that dog-thing I'm down another 3 shotgun rounds. They seem to be the quickest way we've found to take them out. Hopefully the autopsy will reveal something we haven't found yet. I hope you don't mind the stink too much. Oh, and I named it Fluffy.

No luck yet on finding any more ammo. We had to bug out on the mall, but there's a few houses we want to clear on the way back to the barricade. The mall's probably already been completely cleaned out anyway.