I haven’t found the zombie in the wall yet but I did find a whole lot of gravel, most of it falling down from an insecure ceiling. I’m not sure if I want to dig up from there to find out if I’m under the lake. Thinking no.
I’m also thinking I’m going to go out spider hunting in the mornings a lot more. There’s nothing that passes for vines or rope here except for the spider webs that the giant pony spiders leave behind. I tried weaving out of the wheat-like grass that’s here, but other than getting a ton of tiny paper cuts from the leaf blades I achieved nothing.
Ugh! If there was even, like, one other person here with me, so many things would be easier! There’s no one to hold the other end of a thing, or lift the other end of a thing, so I’m constantly trying to come up with ways to do things just by myself. And I have to be like four times as cautious as I would be if I wasn’t alone, because there’s no one to help me if I get seriously injured.
I’m starting to wonder if I should try to befriend — or at least capture and train — a zombie. That’s pretty desperate.