38.4 C°

(The following is a RP entry from the perspective of my Project Zomboid character, again)

I'm a bit scared right now to be honest.

Today I was doing the usual looting and found a police station; Jackpot! I thought... and indeed I won the lottery of guns, after clearing 2 floors of zombies I got to the lockers and found too many guns, taking all of this right now will leave me with zero space for food.

But live got my one more surprise, y forgot one zombie in a bathroom, I got cocky and decided to kill it... the muderfocker was ready to jump on me. Everything happened too quickly, I reacted without thinking and swang my axe at his face. Him... disfigured... me?... A bit dizzy and with a fever...

Is this it? I was enjoying the stars just a few weeks ago. Damn... Am I just sick? Am I on my period? Am I dead? I wasn't actually ready to die, I want to do more.

I need to live more, please. I've spent my live surrounded by the same 4 fucking walls. I love the air, the wind, the silence and the stealing. Body, I know I haven't been nice to you in quite a while, but please, destroy this sickness that threatens me. Kill it with fire and I'll take care of you, us... it's just us now.