Hoping he'll stay alive long enough to make this worthwhile. If the first couple days are any indication, that's unlikely. Anyhoo... the information here isn't known by anybody unless stated otherwise. And the journal only becomes "known" if found (it'll be an item, a sticky note) by another character. Entry 1: Welcome to my Story I don't know why I'm writing this. Hell, if you find it, I'm probably dead. Cliche, I know. But true nonetheless. Well... here we are. Everything still hurts after the... situation at that damn mall. The painkillers are helping during the day so I can get work done. When they wear off though... I'll make those people pay for what they put me through. I have to. Still no sign of my old gang. I'm hoping they got ripped to shreds by the freaks. But would I be that lucky? Doubtful. The freaks here are more of a pain in the ass. Outside of some relatively safe areas, there's a lot of them. And they're fast, persistent fuckers. I don't know who are more dangerous, the living or the dead in this hell hole. I still haven't met the two women who haven't tried to kill me - well, kill me directly. Jill, I think her name was, pretty much got me killed. And conveniently vanished. The other woman, Lexi, has been AWOL. Jill sounded surprised when I told her she was alive. Maybe she was a ghost. Ha. I don't know how I'm going to react if I ever see Jill again. I get angrier every night just thinking about it. I decided to give up finding a safe place to live and just make my own. I'm turning some food mart into a compound... with big ass walls, The entrance shouldn't be easy to find, it's between two trees. This area seems decent... it's near a source of water, and a relatively quiet area. I don't know if anybody will find me here, but I think I can live out the rest of my days in peace. Who the fuck am I kidding?