Category: One Among the Dead

Day 538:

So this morning I came out the door to discover three zombies and a skeleton were waiting for me under the cover of the nearby trees.

I’m not saying that a closed circuit camera system would have saved me, but it would’ve been nice.

Anyway, they jumped me, but I escaped into the sunlight, where they caught fire and jumped me again, so I jumped in the river, and they jumped in, and I climbed out and chopped them to pieces from the shore.

It was messy.

And we don’t have a whole lot of scavenger fish in this river, or they haven’t developed a taste for zombie flesh or skeleton bones. I mean, not that I can blame them for avoiding eating the undead for lunch, but on the other hand, free meat.

It wouldn’t have stopped the carp where I grew up.

Anyway, when I was done battling the undead hordes I spent the day landscaping around that lake to make it more obvious so I don’t dig into its side again.

Gardening: the perfect companion to zombie fighting.

Day 537:

I thought it was a bit odd when I found some sand on the shore up higher than usual, but I thought perhaps sometime in the far past there’d been a tidal wave or something similar that deposited the sand higher up.

Nope, I was digging into the side of a small lake.

So I’m very wet and I have a lot more sand, and now I get to decide whether to make the underground lake a visibly overground lake instead.

Kind of leaning toward that as it’s easier to track than accidentally digging into the same lake over and over.

It’s the little things that make life easier, after all.

On the plus side, there’s one more place for me to run when being chased by a flaming zombie.

Day 536: Dressed in my new itchy ducken skin tunic, I spent the day trying to work around the edge of a cliff so that I could safely walk around it to get to some sand on the other side. But in clearing some of the cliffside, I found more ore.

So you know what I spent the rest of the day doing: mining.

Even when I’m at the surface looking for sand I end up hauling coal and granite back to my home. Which would be fantastic if someone was paying me for it, but really doesn’t do much except feed my ore addiction here.

Well, at least I got in a good workout.

Day 535:

I got the giant sinkhole cave in the river area closed off so there’s no more sea cave to see there.

There was a zombie to see, and I almost didn’t, and that’s how he set my shirt on fire.

So I’ll be making a new ducken skin tunic this evening, while soaking sore muscles in a hot bath. It’s not exactly glamorous, but nobody let me sew in the tub at The Company, so that’s a thing.

Day 534:

While cleaning out a sand deposit, I discovered (or maybe the right word is “created” another sea cave. (It was just a cave until I caved in its roof.)

So now I have to come up with a sea cave strategy and quick, or I risk getting sucked into a very deep sea cave every time I come to this particular area.

Admittedly, that’s not very often, but I don’t want to waste good fish to it either, especially since I don’t know of an outside entrance.

Plus, I like my bones in their current configuration.