Day 584:
Well, there are definitely people of some sort here.
I walked out my front door this morning and got jumped by four people wearing masks and carrying axes. I managed to slip out of their grasp and get far enough away that I could pick them off with my bow. Apparently they’re no better at making armor than the zombies are.
I would have gladly given them some of the leather shoes I’ve found in the river and the bay if they’d asked. But no, they wanted to murder me.
They’re gone now, so I guess I’m the murderer?
Obviously, it’s not the first time I’ve killed something human-shaped, since all the zombies and skeletons are human-shaped. But it is the first time I’ve killed anyone who seemed sentient or intelligent. And it’s got me a bit shaken up.