Today, the zombie apocalypse began, I have gathered enough supplies to last me, three eons, and 2 seconds. I estimate, with error margins factored in, that within two weeks, I'll get bored of writing this log. I've decided that my personality is rather dull, apathetic and listless, so I have adopted a new one. I'm calling myself "purple" Because, purple is an awesome color. And I feel awesome. Like OMGXDLOL awesome. I've found the zombies are weak against a rapid dismemberment beginning with the feet and hacking them away until there is no more to hack. The blood makes a nice paint, and when mixed with vodka, tastes amazing. I have developed cancer. ZOMBIE, cancer, probably a result of the blood. I hope my cancerous zombAIDS don't kill me before I get the chance to play Street Fighter IV. I've also come to realize, that a few of the zombies, are smiling, this begs the question : What kind of sick fuck are you to be happy about your slow painful change into the walking dead. Maybe you're someone like me.
Day 1, in good health, More to come tomorrow.