Yeah, I burned down the forest.
Now I’m stuck up the last tree left standing, most of my stuff’s down on the ground, and there’s a big group of zombies sitting at the bottom. Watching me. You’re my only company, diary.
Well. You and the squeaking. I forgot my earplugs. And Philip, I suppose, but he's messing about with the zombies. Very helpful.
I think this is the end of my trip, diary. Sorry, Castle Whatever Your Name Is Right Now. I didn't even get close to success.
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