Author: kirabug

Day 700:

Seven hundred days on this rock is too many.

I have to concentrate to remember what my grandparents looked like. I can’t remember their voices anymore.

I barely remember the captain’s voice, and that’s mostly because I remember some of the announcements that were made daily as if they’re burned into my soul. But they’re becoming words now, less than sounds, and I think what I remember is remembering them.

I’m glad I remember enough of civilization to know things like how doors work and what a security system was and how toothpaste tasted. I may still need to create some of them myself, so I’m glad that’s still there.

And I still want to go home.

I took yesterday off so today I spent  the day clearing brush around the hills, which are rapidly growing in size. They’re not the mountains to the east, but they’re not the rolling hills near my main camp, either.

At least clearing brush helps me gather seeds and not think of the date.

Day 699:

I didn’t do much today. I sat on the edge of the little ponds that I dug out the past few days and watched the sun cross the sky. I ate a few sandwiches and did some fishing. I didn’t catch much. I watched the duckens wander around and shot a passing zombie, like you do.

It was a good day off. I should take more of them.

Day 698: Behind the pond cave was another pond cave.

Now that they’re both uncovered (I’ve been busy the last two days), one flows into the other like a cute little waterfall. A cute little waterfall with enough force to knock me off my feet.

I still think the gravity here is too low. Well, it’s below Earth-Standard-Normal anyway.

And I’m probably not helping by digging it out. But on the other hand, I can carry a lot more, so I’m not complaining much.

Except when I get swept off my feet by a ducking stream…

Day 697:

Another hole in a hill, this one not a proper cave so much as an undewater pond. It’s brackish and smelly and it’s the first thing I’ve seen that makes me think there may be bacteria on this planet.

I don’t know what all I’m killing off, but I do know if I uncover it so it gets some sun there’s a much lower chance that zombies and skeletons will congregate here, so I’m changing it from being a cave-pond to a pond.

This means chopping a lot of trees down that are on the cave roof, but hey, I just used a lot of wood to build a road, so I’m not feeling super-guilty about that. Plus, I’ll grow more trees. Just not so many that murderers can hide in them this time.

Day 696: Found a cave in a hillside, filled with zombies.

It wasn’t what I was looking to find today. I thought about sealing it closed but if I dug into it from another angle later I wasn’t going to be very happy with myself. So I cleared it out, but now I’ve got a cut on my arm and I’m out of axes.  The cut is annoying, the fact that the cut makes my arm hurt when I make axes is worse.

So maybe a good night’s sleep back at my home base tonight before I go making more tools.