Laura's Thoughts [Babes in Zombie World]; 1/27/10.

Well, I saw Kim writing in a book just like this one, so I decided to write down my thoughts as well. Probably not as entertaining, but it is whats necessary to ensure that the world knows of our adventures. Or misadventures, if you will.

Today is the 27th of January, and we found a deserted mall. Kim had decided that we all needed clothing, since ours were splattered with the blood and brain matter of the zombies that had been defeated long since past. Finally, after much arguing and conning from all of us, and a very interesting escape trick by Kim, we all went into the mall. There, we were met by the retards of the zombie world... the Creepers. That's what she calls them, and the name kind of fits, too.

While Michael, Chris, and I were searching for supplies, the moron [Kim] decided to go to god knows where to stock up on tutus and handcuffs... and then decided to play dress up with the zombies. What an idiot! All of us were busy collecting scraps of food left over, clothes and shoes that fit, any bottled water, and matches. We don't know what those are for yet, but just in case if we ever need a fire, we have good supplies. After Kim was done dressing up her zombies, I headed over there and gave her a good hard hit to the arm! It was nothing less of what she deserved.

It wasn't long after we were 'rescued' by the two moronic idiots who yell 'Koby!' when running across a field of Creepers, that I was given quite a surprise. After picking up the last of the things I was collecting, there was a gunshot, and the sound of a body falling. Turning, I noted who it was; and gave Kim a look of shock.

"Kimi! What the fuck! What is wrong with you?!"
"He was infected." As she kicked the dead body and then climbed into the truck.
"Well ya know Kimi, he did have a bite on his hand," Michael said as he wound his arm around Kim's waist, much to my annoyance.
"Yeah, he looked infected... most definitely." As he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, again, to my annoyance.
"Eh, who cares anyway? It was -him-... He was gonna die soon anyway. He was weak; you just did him a favor." I said calmly as I slipped in between Kim and Michael, wrapping my arms around her in a hug.

Afterward, we packed up all of our shit and headed down the road, to leave the tutu zombies stuck to those poles. Maybe somebody else would come along and know we were there... Whatever. This is the end of it, I need some sleep for my shift. Later.