Day 1
Low on rations, so I scavenged for scraps of food under the London bridge. Clean water is unbelievably hard to obtain. For now, I only feed on sewer water. They taste horrible and had left a pungent smell in my mouth. The big problem is, will my mouth smell like sewer water for the rest of my life? How am I going to kiss the love of my life if I ever found them in this disastrous zombie apocalypse? I got stressed out after overthinking and analyzing the outcome of drinking sewer water that smells like a corpse's butt that hadn't been handled properly.
Day 2
Dehydrated. Thirsty. I'm losing energy and the will to live. No one is going