I’m trying to be good about writing this because Rok asked me to work on this with him as a project. That being said, I have pretty terrible writer’s block, and I am surprised that it has not lessened in the slightest since the world erupted into a desolate zombie wasteland. If anything, it might be worse. I feel a strange pressure to put something out into the world that is worth reading, something really good since there isn’t much left to humanity. I worry about humanity in general obviously. I feel like there has to be some people left, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get to them. I feel like if I’m going to do anything, I should try to make something good. I guess some part of me thinks maybe if there is a god or alien overlord then maybe he/she/ze will see the little stragglers of humanity working really hard and make everything okay again. Something similar to the bible story about God killing that guy’s whole family to win a bet with Satan. Its not rational, but I feel like “cosmic joke” is the only explanation for the things that have been happening.