All of this waiting around is killing me. Eventually they’ll look up at the neon sign and discover me hiding in the O. Occasionally the sign flickers on, but I have no idea what powers it. The lights in the other buildings don’t seem to work.
Why does the Chowderhouse Café have its own power supply? Is it by design? Perhaps all of this is one big experiment?
My thoughts are beginning to scare me just as much as the zombies downstairs. I don’t want to think anymore. Over and out.
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