There is seriously not much to say about today. Eric is teaching most of the others to throw knives, and Dante seems to have chilled a little but he keeps mumbling about letting a seven year old boy throw knives. Whatev, as long as it keeps us safe, I'm cool. We're leaving tomorrow for some place called... Ft. Sill? Anyway, Barbara is really depressed and doesn't really talk to anybody.
We're running out of food, and Eric is like freaking out about it. He's not sure where we'll get more, with all of these zombies everywhere. Plus, they're starting to try to get out of the basement. We blocked it all up, but it's still pretty freaky. I hope we get out of here before they get in...
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