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Sunday, 14.12.2008

My sore diary,

It hurts. It hurts so much. That's why I'm not an athlete, these legs were made to walk from test tube to another, not away from zombie humans and dogs. They're freakingly fast for dead bodies. The virus must've been keeping the cells in shape by mutation. They must also be eating everything they can since they've survived that long.

We decided to move towards in a subway tunnel. I was afraid that public transportations would keep lots of these guys inside, but seems like they've wondered away. But as my pessimism-sense starts tingling, I can already imagine that the tunnel is festering with these things, and they'll jump on me just when I take a small break from walking. Some holiday season. Ho ho ho.