4/25/XXXX • Day 103

Journal,

It is now day 103 in this hellish wasteland. I suppose I have it better than some of the other survivors I’ve come across, with Peak by my side and a roof over my head. Still, it’s not easy.

I can tell that this train car won’t last all too much longer. It was old from the start, but the constant attacks from the zombies and the odd weather patterns have caused it to deteriorate much faster than I would’ve hoped. The wood I’ve been using to cover the windows is unfit to be used anymore, just barely enough for kindling in the fire. I’ll have to get more soon.

Rain keeps coming in through the cracked windows, and the wind from the storm blew that one newspaper onto the floor. I’ve read that paper so much I think I can recite it from memory.

There’s a leak in the ceiling, and it’s certainly a cold night. But, the fire is keeping me warm, and as long as I can hear Peak’s soft breathing I won’t be alone.

I wonder what ever happened to the military? I heard on my radio that they would check the area for survivors, but I haven’t seen any soldiers, nor heard a single word of them. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I’m starting to suspect something that makes my heart sink.

It’s been awhile since I saw another survivor, as well. Last time I believe it was the first of this month. I had ran into him while scoping the area. He didn’t seem in much mood to fight; rather, he instead traded me a few cans of food for my extra dagger. Not much of an exchange, but it’s nice to see that there’s still some good left in the world.

Daily Reminder: Barricade train door before you go to sleep.

I can’t really think of much else to write for today, so I suppose this wraps up today’s entry.

-Mike