Day Eighteen
The old semen has finally rusted in the sun. I have been able to, at long last, revisit the bottle and use it for my own hydration. The remains of which I will bile up and throw at the zombies like reverse Boomerism from that game, "Left 4 Dead". I wrote a few fan fictions about this scenario before already, but this one is just too real. Here's my question: Have I been sent into another world?
Day Nineteen
I HAVE NOT BEEN SUCKED INTO ANOTHER WORLD. However, I did meet a really lovey gay zombie bi hooker zombie national socialist. Totally an atheist and believes in no reincarnation, really the coolest woman I have ever seen. When I showed her my fedora collection, she smiled and revealed her bra. It was all moldy and rotten, and there were a bunch of holes where I could see her ribcage. It was also really green and made like gross boiling noises. I'm pretty sure it was smoking a little bit too. I asked her what she was before she turned, and she responded with, "gbrrbrbrgghbrbbrgrbrbgblgbglg bl." She is truly m'lady and a charming one at that.