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Well after a good nights rest I can honestly say that, I'm feeling very refreshed. Birdy and Gordon were very elated once they were up. They were very pleased when they got up and looked out the window and saw the reanimated corpses eating the ones we murdered yesterday, we piled them up outside and I guess once they smelled the corpses festering and rotting, they came running. Well not running. That weird limping thing that zombies do. Not really a walk, run, or jog. But whatever this is getting way off subject. Anyways we had a few drinks to celebrate, and during that time I got to know them better. Birdy says that before this all started, she was doig her best in highschool. Both in the friend and education department. But no one really seemed to notice much about her, as for education, she was and A- B+ student, but the teachers kept saying she needed to apply herself more. Personally I don't see how she could apply herself anymore than that. From my personal experience school was really freaking tough. And this was before education got more difficult and advanced than what they have now. Gordon told me that he was studying to be a theoretical physicist. Un. Freaking. Believable. He was also very good at carpentry. Said his dad taught him really well, with morals that seemed like they'd be back in the 1940's. But I can definitely back those morals. Some of them sound just like what my parents taught, me before I went off to get education in electric wiring. After we all got acquainted, we heard a lot of pounding on the doors. It didn't sound like the slow and incescent pounding of the undead. But instead of panic. We went down to get whoever it was and Big surprise, when we opened the door we were met with a lot of gunfire. We fought them off and luckily I'm sure they won't be back. They looked like they barely knew what they were doing. Holding pistols that were half the size they were. Everything's quite for now, but we've decided on watches.

That's all for today.

 

Hey, guys gals and all indigenous lifeforms. Thanks for reading. Sorry about not posting again, but like I said I would only not post on the weekends unless I was grounded, and grounded I was. Well, that and I can't use DA on my iPod because it's F***ing stupidly useless. So instead I'm posting from my sisters laptop, since I have no wifi access on mine. I'm Also still looking for characters for my survival. So should you like the series, be sure to share it, and be 100% sure to message me if you want in. Or if you just want your favorite bands, favorite album artwork posted, message me as well. I'll post anything except country. Also for those of you who are actually interested I'm making some profile changes.

Anyways, that's all for now.

Sincerely,

Decwood.

 

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I'M BACK!!!

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Alright! The Building is ours! Before we took the building I decided to ask my troops their names. One is a girl. Her name is Birdy.  But prefers to be called ThaBirdy. About 17. She's fairly kind. She doesn't really like violence, but I think after what she saw happen to her family she makes an exception with those meat sacks. The others name is Gordon. And Ironically he had a crowbar with him when he came in. His last name is Levits, but Birdy and I have already nicknamed him "Mr. Freeman". He even has a freaking Goatee!!!! He's a little aggressive. Not muscular but he is strong. 24. I'm about 2 months older than him.  Birdy seems to like using a kitchen knife. She said "it gets it over with faster and it's less mess". We took advantage of them not being able to see in the dark and took care of them in the darker rooms first. Then the lighter rooms were a difficulty but a minor one. There were only about 10 freaks left in the building. We barricaded the entrance with a desk and some chairs. Thankfully the doors aren't made of glass, they're wood and widows so I don't think any meat in the street saw us moving everything. We sealed the garage and back doors. So much progress. We got lucky that we were in a hotel. A 3 tar one but that's beside the point. I'll tell you some more tomorrow but I'm exhausted from today.
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Hey everybody, Decwood again. I'm here to clear some confusion about the series. I'm currently finishing Pre-Algebra for the rest of m school year and it's driving me absolutely insane. Once I actually get into the (I hate to say this because I sound like a freaking retarded swagfag) "Full swing of the summer" I will start putting out more parts. But my school has to come first. If I plan to work in electrical engineering or something along those lines my work has to come before my non-commisioned series.

I don't plan to be making art or a journal or posting YouTube videos for a living ever. Mainly because the internet won't last forever. But having a solid education and job will last as long as you need it to.

ADHD version: No journal because of school. School bad. Once school is over journals will start again. Irrelevant stuff past this. Expect more content soon.
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Well I've gone out and cleared some more rooms in the building. I've found two other people who knew what they were doing and together we've cleared out even more space. This is just a rough estament. but if we can clear out at least 5 more apartments I think that should be the last of the undead in this building.

Tomorrow I plan on taking everyone out and retaking the complex. After that we'll start going to different buildings like offices and things like that. We are going to eventually take back this city. But we're doing it one building at a time.
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