so having been holed up here for some time i've begun losing track of the days ... its been at least a week ... or was it a month ... i don't really know either way its been a while since we last saw valentine and bubbles they may have been killed by other survivers or zombies overtook them but its just me and the little lady from cavecity ...

being a former cheerleader she doesn't eat much which is certainly great but in the last few days i've been running for food and materials on foot and have been getting in considerably better shape myself so i'm eating less and less but with the low population around here before the appocolypse theres next to no good vehicles to steal and i'm not particularly talented with hot wiring a vehicle so its all on foot carrying what i can when i can ... the little lady holds down the fort while i haul some serious ass ...

i swear at this rate give me another month and i'm prepaired for the olympics ... shits getting crazy out here i hardly have the time to be writing this post let alone sitting still ... ammunition is getting to be a problem and with the nearest army base being 10 miles from here theres only so much ass you can haul without needing a break ... considering setting up a few way points but with only me to handle setup and maintence thats not likely to happen...

thinking about leaving the fort ungaurded and having the little lady guard my ass while i setup a way point one at a time so that i have points to rest at between here and there ... the traps we've been designing as of late happen to be a little less convoluted to setup but require the same ammount of materials making it a hell of a thing to setup such waypoints we'll have to dedicate a full day just to setup one so what we'll probably do is head to the farthest point closest to the military base and situate all the traps and such and make our way back with a locust mentality use up all the materials in the area fortifying the waypoint and continue to the next one ...

i would think if we dedicated a full day to each one they should all be well fortified enough to keep zombies out when theirs no prey to feed on but when i'm resting in one i'll have to stay on my toes just in case ... we'll probably setup at least ten which means our fort will be unguarded for at least a week and a half so will probably need to clean it out when we finish getting back which makes the fact we're setting up the last waypoint closest to our base on the last day probably a great plan cause we won't be exhausted from running and fighting 10 miles or having worked a full day when we get back ...

the little miss seems to be getting somewhat anxious as of late and i'm not particularly certain why it seems she gets less able to sleep just before a horde comes in maybe she's getting in tune with the horde somehow ... i would hope that doesn't mean she's slowly turning cause if thats the case i'll have to put her down and then it'll just be me left ... no survivers seem to be headed this way and it seems like the horde is getting smarter as time goes by ... i wonder if some of these new strains have started to mix and such and they no longer get smarter just with time but with each person they successfully eat ... like some sort of highlander shit i swear yesterday i thought i saw parts of the horde trying to eat each other ...

we've seen a couple funny instances reguarding discension amoung the horde ... seems bodybuilders have been showing up a lot lately and they randomly will either stop and flex or just club another zombie upside the head and fling him several feet away its freaking hilarious honestly so we usually save those guys till at least midway through cutting down a horde unless they get too close ...

though the most delicious moment thats happened as of late a month ago i'm pretty sure justin beiber was walking amoungst the horde and oddly enough he was living and not a member of the undead it seems they were pretty uninterested in him the little miss doesn't seem to have liked his music much either cause before i could put a round in his head i saw his crotch get wasted with like 20 rounds from one of our turrets that the good miss happened to be running at the time i generally handle my p90 atop one of the walls until we get down to just a few dozen zombies then the miss takes up a sniper rifle in the tower and has my back while i go to get my wonderfully crimson cloak and swords dirty ..

its been a glorious few years of bloodshed but with no new survivors and what seems to be only me and the miss left i see little hope for repopulating the world even if we could manage to live long enough to eradicate the zombies and all the known infections theres just not enough genetic diversity from what i've read on the remaining servers of the internet i would think we would need at least a few hundred couples to start with and then you still have to live long enough to raise said children who would then have to be banging each other after a while so either way it seems all the good that can be done now is to just kill and enjoy

if my laptops clock is still anywhere close to right then its less than a month till my 21st birthday ... who'd have thought a psychopath from a small town in arkansas would have lasted this long ... i'd say its damned near a miracle but hell killing people was always on my mind anyway so i guess i lived so long for being able to release all the pent up rage at the world with every swing of my sword or squeeze of my trigger its taken me most of 2 weeks to write out all of this with random interuptions from the horde and needing sleep so i suppose i'm going to have to end this here and update when we have the waypoints setup ... i really do hope some survivers start showing up soon as its getting quite a pain to have only one person to talk to and with cabin fever slowly setting in i feel we may end up killing each other soon enough ... survivers please contact us soon