I've been here for nearly two days now. It's boring, but pretty safe. After rummaging about, I found a pistol in my grandmother's room. Some sort of revolver, along with bullets for it. Should come in handy.
Those walking corpses haven't left the highway yet, and I'm getting anxious. I think I actually saw more of them down there.
And I have to keep quiet. I don't want them to know I'm in here. For all they know, if they even know anything, this house is empty. And I intend to keep it that way.
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