Category: One Among the Dead

Day 240:

Some nights you sleep. Other nights you stay up all night because while you were feeding the animals a horde of zombies came over the plains at you and the zombies needed killing.

I mean, that’s just the way of it here.

Day 239:

Unlike the horror land squid that whip the snot out of me with poison tentacles and rocks and who, oh did I mention, pass through walls, the water squid out in the bay/ocean/lagoon/whatever to my north never seem to get aggressive.

Well, not in the “kill you” way, anyway.

They are big fans of HI WHAT ARE YOU DOING CAN I BE IN YOUR FACE? Which I am not as fond of. Especially when there’s six or eight of them at once.

I had initially assumed that the squid were native to this rock the same way I believe the zombies and skeletons might be… but now I’m starting to think maybe the squid were put here by whoever terraformed the place, because they’re too docile and too “please stab me and cook me and eat me” to be of the same kingdom and order as the horse-sized spiders.

I haven’t hunted any yet, though I did break a shovel on one earlier because it got in my way. Broke the shovel, not the squid. They’re tough ones.

Day 238:

Long day. Tired. No interesting monster attacks. No interesting clay. Squids in my way all the time.

Going to eat some mushroom stew and go to bed.

Day 237:

I think I mentioned before that I was finding some nice deposits of clay occasionally, especially near the water. It’s great for making dishes, fires well, doesn’t seem to have a lot of air in it… so I’m mostly making bricks out of it.

I haven’t decided why yet.

But I am considering setting down some roads between the various places I’ve opened up.

It would get me fired. We’re not supposed to leave any trace of our existence on the rocks we mine.

I’m not sure I care. Dragging tree logs and things like that from place to place in the mud is definitely not fun, and I’ve already altered the environment enough that I can probably be spotted from space just by the heat signatures of my furnaces, especially when I have all eight fired up to melt sand, like I do now.

So maybe roads. Because a brick house seems too fairy tale and a brick road might somehow lead me out of this place.

Day 236:

Ah, morning! When a woman can sit on her porch
and watch the skeletons flaming in the distance.

Ah midday! When a woman can float in the lagoon
with teeming squid intent on getting in her way.

Ah, evening! When a woman can walk through the forest
clearing giraffe-corgis and giant spiders with her bow.

Ah, night! When a woman finally sleeps
to the restless pounding of zombies at her door.