I didn't sleep, but I think it would have been good if I did.
I rather disliked the history books, but I still reaf them.
This morning I noticed the undead were rather slow.
Perhaps they sleep?
It seems like it, but I don't know.
I ate a breakfast of otmeal
I don't think I am able totase things.
But, that will need more studys.
After I ate, I began to conduct an experiment.
I examined my entire body.
I found a bite mark on my inner thigh, not intierly sure how I got it.
Perhaps that's how I was infeted?
Sounds right, but cannot be entirely sure.
I don't appear to be decomposing, though my pupils are dialated and bloodshot.
Checking my teeth, they seem to have perhaps gotten sharper?
I found old photos of me, pre infection.
I can use this as a reference for what I may be going though.
My skin appears to be more, clammy?
But otherwise most are the same.
I am able to speak, but do I breath?
So, I decided to try this theory.
So, I heled my breath.
I believe I counted to 100 when I gave up.
I went to check on the people in the gas station.
Still alive, and seemingly no change in group.
Good for them.
I moved in closer, but I didn't want them to notice me so I gave up.
It's a shame.
I want to meet them.
Ask them what they know.
But I am afraid.
What if, they relies what I am?
That would be, horrible.
They could, kill me.
I don't want that.
I, I think I will sleep now.
Perhaps I might dream?
I woke up, it was dark outside.
But technically the day is not over yet.
I will read for an hour or two, then sleep.
