dredpiratebunny | i want to believe in a heaven...

Shit. We lost Joe.

His truck stalled and they tore him out from the front seat. He took a few of those zombie bastards with him though, and bought us some time to get the truck going again, to get away.
Still haven’t seen any other survivors. Still haven’t reached the mall.

Fuck.

They keep coming and coming. Buster is on watch, we’re hiding inside a garage at a gas station on rt 9. We had to fill up and then some of them caught our scent. We’ll have to make another break for it. Andréa is building some Molotov cocktails out of some coke bottles...accounting girl is armed with a can of wd-40 and a lighter.

I lost the paper cutter about 4 zombies ago….and found a baseball bat under the counter of the station.

I picked the wrong damn day to wear a dress and heels.
My phone's battery is about dead. I saw

amgem's text, but then the reception went out again. nice to know i have some friends carrying on. sometimes the radio works and there are mutterings of comets or even something to do with the tomato scare. no one really knows.

we cant stay in here much longer though, can't live off of pringles and windshield washer fluid.

It’s go time.

Natick mall, ETA one hour. Meet us there for a final stand. I’ll keep trying to update when I can.