I dug all day. Nothing really exciting there.
When I came up to eat dinner and get some sleep, all I could hear were the groans of the undead (or whatever they are). Groaning and moaning and carrying on… it was clear I wasn’t going to get any sleep if they were going to keep that up.
(Sometimes they rattle against the door, but I bar it at night, so that hasn’t been an issue.)
After a stressful mean of roast fish and zombie groans, I lost my patience. I slammed my water cup down, threw the fish bones in the corner where the mice could get them, and stormed out the back door.
The zombies were all at the front door, since the back door leads into the stockyard (for lack of a better term).
I slipped through the gate, snuck around the house and started picking the zombies off with my bow. It was awesome! I’m actually starting to aim relatively not-horribly, and only really had one arrow miss the target (though two hit the target in the feet which wasn’t overly helpful).
And if I hadn’t run out of arrows, I would’ve been fine.
I almost got jumped by two of the survivors, but I slipped between two trees where they had to come at me single file (because zombies are dumb and don’t go around) and I was able to stab them each to death.
It was hard work, exhausting, a bit painful, but ah the sweet bliss of no zombie groans when I go to bed tonight will be worth it.