Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I was living in a compound that was made up of train cars. The zombies were capable of talking unless they were in pieces like the pair of feet that was wandering about. I had no real weapons, just a butcher knife and a stick. One zombie was a man who I knew. He spoke to me, and I had no idea he was a zombie until he lunged at me. He grabbed me and scratched at me. He had long pointed fingernails. I struggled and escaped. He went after me. It was dark, and the train cars were lit by candles. Very dim. A little girl looked out of a compartment and the zombie turned to her, I stabbed him in the neck with the knife. He became angry and went at me again. I ran. I found an axe and turned and hacked at his head, but I could not get the axe into the skull through to the brain. I run and I meet further down the train cars a trader. He is selling things between the humans and zombies. He seemed to be a zombie and he was friendly. He was waiting to see a man and I stood with him. There was a pair of zombie feet that kept trying to escape the compartment beside where we were standing.