ZONE ONE - OBJECTIVE FOUR
Emmanuel was not entirely sure what the point of this was.
"A log? Really?" He squinted at the Harbinger that had made the request, wondering what in g-d's name he would want with that. The responding growl he got in turn made him decide to stop questioning the demand, though. "Alright, alright, I'll make a stupid
log. Don't know what you want it for, but -- okay, okay!"
Jeez.
Now what the hell was there to write about? Not much, he was certain of that. He had been one of the lucky ones...
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When the power went out, I was playing ping pong at the courts nearby. Unfortunately, some dude turned insane and leapt over a table to start biting at some other dude, so I left and locked myself up as long as I possibly could. No thanks.
The apartments I lived in before Day Zero occurred happened to be the exact same apartments as everyone else from my division live in now. That's where I lived anyway so I really haven't had to go too far unlike some of these other people. Which is just as well. So I don't have any big adventures to share.
There were some infected and other junk in the apartments so we kinda had to get them out of there, but once that happened it's gotten peaceful.
Not really. I guess.
I missed playing video games a lot. I don't have a job anymore, but no one does so. At least I don't have to do that paper anymore.
Really didn't want toFrank had an incident. It was bad.
It involved We don't talk about the incident but he's a bit dead now.
Life is boring almost. Not really boring because there's a zombie apocalypse, but there's a leadership structure and things to do every day, so it's order. I get up and do things and sit around and play paddle ball and go to bed. Then I get up and do it again. Not sure what else to write here?
I've gotten pretty good at paddle ball I think. And checkers. I play a mean checkers.
"Done," said Emmanuel, confidently, dropping his writing implement and handing it over to the Harbinger who had wanted it. He was pretty sure that was an awful log, but at least he was done writing it. Writing really wasn't his thing. At least when it came to essays.
He hated essays.
So glad he didn't have to finish that damn essay.
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