Burt’s Diary: DO NOT READ!!!
August 31, 2020
When my mother told me that one day I’d be good at something, I never thought that “something” would be killing zombies. If there was a job specifically for killing zombies, I’d be the best in the business. Do you know how many ways you can kill a zombie? Me neither. It’s probably a lot though. I must have killed at least 20 of them just today. One almost got me. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for my right-hand man and friend, Ryan. He’s been with me and my daughter ever since Z-Day. I wonder how Lucy’s doing…
September 1, 2020
I saw a zombie just outside the Wall this morning, eating Doug. It wasn’t moving, which was weird. If I’m not mistaken, I think it was looking at my daughter’s bedroom window. When I looked up at the window, I see that loser that Lucy’s been seeing, Bill. Not many guys to pick from, I guess. Next time I go for a run, I’ll keep an eye out for that one.
September 2, 2020
I saw the pervy zombie again today during our daily scavenge run. It was with two more zombies. I could’ve sworn they looked like its parents. Me and my gang easily snuck up on them and took out the parents. The perv saw me and actually looked like it felt something. I was so surprised by this sudden outburst of emotion, I let it go.
September 3, 2020
Lucy told me that Bill got eaten alive today. I’m not surprised, but I acted like I cared about him, for Lucy’s sake. I asked her to describe the zombie that ate him, so I could personally thank it. Turns out it was the pervy one I was fretting over! It better not eat her.
September 4, 2020
This morning, I saw Lucy pick up the remaining pieces of her ex-boyfriend and put them in a bucket. I don’t need to know, I don’t want to know. She’s always been special, I guess I didn’t know how special she really was. I wonder why she dyed her hair green…
September 5, 2020
Contributor’s note: Burt’s diary was found near the entrance to the Wall. The pages were all torn up and bloody. He will be missed, as well as his daughter.
With files from Steven Cayer