Day Seven
It’s been a while since I updated my journal. Sorry about that to anyone who may read this in the future. There’s been a lot going on around here since I last updated so this may be a long one. The world-ending zombie apocalypse has now been here for three months. Truthfully, I didn’t think I’d survive these three months and probably wouldn’t have had Sam and Doc not agreed to help me. We’d left the last camp we set up on the roof of that one place last month because too many zombies had started to gather around, and supplies were getting further and further away which meant more risk for us. We made a group decision to move closer to the city, but we still stayed on the outskirts near the wooded parts so fewer zombies would be around. Sam decided that we should build a treehouse and that’s what we did. It took a long time since we had to scavenge for the materials, find books that may have the knowledge we needed, and of course, find the tools that we were gonna need to make this happ...