Today was mostly spent recovering from the miles I walked yesterday, I also had to climb up this building via ladder. My legs are utterly killing me, luckily the food I gathered at my previous residence is enough to sustain me until I can pull myself together to go hunting tommorow.
The familiar stench of death hangs in the air, seeping from the windows beneath me. Muffled groans can be heard from cracked windows. It is a terrible experience being up here now. Knowing that below my feet, tens, or even hundreds, of Zed are lurking. I dare not enter the building, even if copious amounts of food and ammunition are there. I will surely be torn to shreds before I can even open a door. Some food is not worth ones life. The Maloan Caravan taught me that lesson.
Enough writing for today, I wish to stare at the clouds and rest my body and mind for the work I have to do tomorrow.
