Day 101

It's been awhile, Journal.

I do have an excuse for not updating you though, and that is the lack of interesting shit in my life lately. All I have really done for the past eighty-something days is dig. And build. And survive.

It's gotten rather tedious, really.

Which is why, for the first time in over ten weeks, I went into town today. The plan was to have a little drink and catch up with some old friends. Turns out, most of them are dead, missing, or worse, pregnant. Penny, Bob, Lucyne, Recon, Drew, all missing or confirmed dead. Reminds me of why I moved out of town in the first place, after the first friend I made here was stabbed, poisoned, and formally executed all in one night. Making friends here just seems like a temporary relief from our fucked-up situation, considering how fast the people I get close to tend to bite the big one. Besides, I need to focus on the task at hand.

I'm not talking about building my house either. I still have not given up on going home, which the conversations held tonight show me almost everyone else has. I don't care what it takes, what I have to do, or who I have to fuck over along the way. I WILL find a way.

I'll burn this whole world if I have to.