Wade a minute. [and saving my leg]

Hello.
i officially don't care if anyone can read this.
It's 52 degrees outside here on a bright, sunny Denton, tx morning and a fellow survivor here at the high school, Susanna and I are gathering supplies from the cafeteria to further board up exits and check for potential points of zombie entry.

Wade spends alot of time outside the school, driving around with other parts of our group kind of gathering supplies or just keeping busy.

I have to admit, it may be a mistake, but i feel comfortably safe.
and with the exception of a wincing limp i am regaining much of my previous ability to walk. not run, but im focusing on the good.
the past year ive seen what the long days and nights can do to people. and for a couple of months i probly started to loose it..but i feel..
being here is good.
talking normally with people.

seeing a healthy face.