28 Days.

28 Days in this unrelenting shithole and I still don't have a clue on how to get out of here intact.

Almost a whole fucking month.

I'm surprised I even last this long. The cover of a crazy self harmer is still working but still hurts like hell. You would think I would get used to it but apparently not.

A woman wandered in looking for help today. She said het car broke down about a mile back and couldn't call since we were basically in the middle of the woods. She was surprised that she even found this place since there is no signs of it anywhere and said how lucky she was.

I wish she knew the truth.

"The Savior" Ezekiel got to her first and gave her a tour of the town making sure to skip the pile of corpses and the maniacs ready to rip her head off. So there wasn't much to show her.

Ezekiel seemed to convince her that he was a normal person which kinda is his speciality.

After the very short tour Ezekiel let her stay in a house he likes to call "Deathrow". He doesn't tell her that of course. Deathrow is the only decent looking place here and that's because that's where the prey sleeps.

So I guess there is going to be a hunt tomorrow.

I wish I could save her or at least just warn her but its best if I just don't get connected to her. Its easier that way.

Finally The Family invited me to dinner tomorrow night. Out of everyone in the town they freak me out the most. Its probably their freaky mannequin like mask they wear all the time or the creepy way they speak, just monotone with no emotion.

Either way I don't trust them at all and whatever their "dinner" is but I already panicked and said yes so let's hope only one person has to die tomorrow.