day 19

i am alive again.

i chose to be.

but some people, they stay zed. they like it. i've never thought about it that way. they don't ask the scientists to make them human again. instead, they hunt. some hunt in packs, i know that now. they are organizing. just how much i don't know. but the thought of a zed army makes my blood run cold. we won't stand a chance.

then there are the death cultists. they... support the zeds. do things for them, like spying, infiltration. they loosen barricades, shoot flares to point out survivor strongholds. i saw this one death cultist... she... let the zeds takes bites out of her. not enough to kill her, but she was patched and sewn up all over like a rag doll. i was a zed then and didn't care, but now the thought makes me want to puke.

i'm too scared to go out into the street yet. the zeds... they're more human than i thought. i'm not sure i can deal with it.