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I don't support underage drug use, or any drug use for that matter. It was fun to shoot the zombies and all, but that's always fun and I'll never smoke weed again. I had so many panic attacks until that wore off.

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Do you remember when I said other people died? Ha, gotcha!

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Since Neon letters was the one room in the mall built from brick (if I'm a character being written by some middle aged douche bag that thinks this is funny then I'm going to shoot him in the kneecap for the obvious plot armor), anyway, since the mall didn't burn down we remain here dispensing cat blood to any zombies that stumble across our path.

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You're probably wondering why I mentioned the virus being airborne if it didn't manage to infected anyone. Well, it did infect one person. Jeremy. The guy Jimmy met upstairs. Jeremy just so happened to be wearing urban camo and he was roaming around biting people for five days after we had cleaned the place. We were about to call it quits and find a new hideout, that is until Ronnie cold cocked the wall one day and Jeremy fell over asleep. We gave him the cure and locked him in the freezer. He's probably fine now though... We should probably let him out.

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Speaking of the virus being airborne didn't actually affect anything since we were all bitten, stung or wearing masks so... Yeah, we didn't actually have to worry about that until after the big battle. It took Edwardo a while to introduce a counter-mist through out the mall, but now we hold up here on the second floor.

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Oh, and speaking of Ronnie, he didn't help much the day we took the mall but he really was the only reason we stayed. It was him after all that found the living body parts in the closet. The ones that had crawled out of the heart-spawn nest and fled the battle, only to hide in the janitors closet. Ronnie said he found a bunch of hands, arms and legs gathered around an alter. Atop the alter was the torso of a heart-spawn cradling the beginnings of a nest in its arms and screaming at him. Ronnie answered with a scream of his own that he kept going for the full three hours he stood in the door smashing body parts with his mallet.

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Jackie Doug is teaching zombie martial arts now. He says it's different than normal karate somehow, but I don't see it. Either way, I think we might have an army in a year. We might need one, speaking of that...

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We've found the circus conductor. My adoptive father. He's a zombie now, which sounds like a simple bag, tag, and cure him, but that's not quite the case. He is intelligent and has been running the other zombies like a hive mind. I'll keep you guys up to date.