The weather finally warmed up today, as the sun came out for the first time in over a week. The zombies scattered off the beach into the dark corners and shadows of the island, leaving me free to walk about and enjoy the sunshine again. It felt warm and comforting against my skin. It's a pity it won't last.

The leaves have begun to vacate their homes in the trees, which prepare for a long winter's slumber. I believe I will have, at most, two more days of nice weather before the skies turn gray and the undead drag their feet across the beach once again.

There are a lot of supplies I should be searching for in this nice weather, but days like today grow rarer still and I can't help but enjoy the brief respit granted to me. Tomorrow I plan to visit a rock outcropping which overlooks much of the island. I noticed it a long time ago but have been unable to reach it since then due to the zombie density in that area. Perhaps tomorrow I'll get lucky. And if luck is indeed on my side, perhaps, from that vantage point, I might finally see the fortifications of another survivor on this island.

But I mustn't get my hopes up. I have held out for what seems like a lifetime with rapidly dwindling supplies in hopes that someone, somewhere receives these messages and comes to look for me. If I can just hold out a little while longer...


P.S. Send help.