Project Zomboid
Nathan's Great Adventure
Chapter 4: He Kindly Stopped For Me
October 1st (2 months, 24 days since the Knox Event)
It is October 1st, and temperatures are dropping slowly. This morning I woke up with some chills. Decided to wear more layers, but I might have to scrounge for longer-term winter clothing. Maybe a heat source.
...my bicycle disappeared.
October 2nd (2 months, 25 days since the Knox Event)
I've begun "sanitation trips", or STs, where I wander Muldraugh semi-randomly and kill any ghoul I encounter. My hope is that if I do it slowly, methodically, then over time the number of zombies will be reduced. By my count I've killed about a thousand by now.
STs are always very very messy.
October 8th (3 months, 1 day since the Knox Event)
I love rainy days. Rain means water for the collector barrels, water for crops, and a nice scrubbing for myself and my clothes.
October 9th (3 months, 2 days since the Knox Event)
There's no way to sugar-coat it. I've been bit. In an... unfortunate area. I need to head home and rest. I've been scratched and worse and I've survived. A bite can't be too bad, right?
I've made it back home. I looked at the bite. It's been festering, faster than any other scratch I've gotten. This can't be good, but aside from the pain and the redness around, this doesn't look too bad. I'm going to be taking it easy until I've healed, it hurts to put weight on it.
In a more positive note, I've found a katana. It's been cutting through zombies like butter.
My heart rate increased... I'm getting anxious. I'll stop writing for now. Just rest.
October 10th (3 months, 3 days since the Knox Event)
This will be my final entry.
I don't want to fool myself. I've been feeling ill, and the bite wound has festered disgustingly. I can see the flesh around it harden and cool. Necrosis? I don't know, I don't have the medical knowledge to properly ascertain what that wound would be called.
So much preparation. So much time spent stockpiling resources I've never ended up using. I don't know why I did it, why I tried to survive. I guess it was to try and keep humanity alive, even if just for a little bit, even if it was just me. I'm not fooling myself that there are other people around, but if anyone were to find this journal, please take all this I've been making and keep it. This small bastion of safety is yours now.
I have bourbon and wine. And a gun. I won't wait for the infection to get me, I'm going to go out on my own terms. Hopefully I'll be able to keep myself from harming others in death. I wonder if other people are surviving out there.
The sun is rising. There's no point in waiting longer.
- Nathan Hinkledink
