In my continuing exploration of this island, I came across a lab where a scientist had been keeping detailed notes on the zombie virus and its various stages of development. After fending off a zombie attack with the recently replenished ammo supplies for my atomic-powered rapid-fire anti-zombie rubber band gun, I only had time to grab a single journal, which I brought with me back to my hut to read in safety.
What I learned from reading the journal was fascinating. Apparently, it is some evolutionary quirk which gave me my immunity to the zombie virus. The universe, it seems, is trying to maintain balance and, for reasons I can't even begin to fathom, it thinks I'm a good candidate for this gift.
I'm not sure if this knowledge helps or not. For the moment at least, I am more confused than ever. I find myself just wishing for a friendly face, for another survivor out there on this island of the rotting undead. Hope is in short supply, as is fresh water. Tomorrow I continue the search for both.
P.S. Send help.
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These messages were originally stuffed into a bottle and cast off into the ocean on the Distant Shore iPhone app.
This serves as an archive for some of the old messages I was able to save, as well as new messages going forward.
If you'd like to get the app and start casting your own bottles into the ocean, click the link at the right. You will, of course, need an iPhone or an iPod Touch.
This serves as an archive for some of the old messages I was able to save, as well as new messages going forward.
If you'd like to get the app and start casting your own bottles into the ocean, click the link at the right. You will, of course, need an iPhone or an iPod Touch.
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