Well it’s been six months since I met the kid in the granola isle – I try not to think about that fucking mess in the grocery store. That psycho made the zombies seem compassionate. Didn’t bother me a bit to put her down after what she did to the rest of them.

The kid and I are sitting at what used to be an outlet mall on I-71 south of Columbus. Found some new boots, and a bitchin’ pair of shades. The kid’s digging through the book store – he gets bored easily.

We found that following the highways, you see less brain-biters. They’re mostly congregated around the cities. The problem is, that’s where the supplies are too.

Things have become kinda routine. Go into town, fight your way to the food and ammo, fight your way out, and move on to the next town. We’ve boosted a few cars, but really all they do is get you to the next zombie mob faster. No point really.

I see smoke form a small fire to the west – maybe we’ll go check that out. It must be survivors, everything else burned out long ago.