I've decided this isn't real, it's all a movie.

Jason Duncan
North of Ocala, Central Florida

Quick updates first:

There is a significant quarantine zone located just South of Ocala. I didn't stop in. I'm not interested in crowds or some asshole telling me what to do, or worse trying to take my shit. I saw it from the closest thing that area has to a hill. They surrounded some kind of warehouse complex or industrial park with freight containers. Those are pretty stout and should provide lots of protections. There were fires inside but they looked contained, maybe for cooking. I also saw some assorted camp fires on the drive last night. I don't know where I'm going yet. North for now. We'll see.

I've stopped counting or trying to remember all the dead and semi-dead that I've killed. You've all had your fill and telling another story about another groaner put down wouldn't really add to the knowledge base. It's still a daily occurrence that I have to fight for my life at least once. The ratio of screamers to groaners seems about the same everywhere I've been.

So, all of this is a dream or some kind of movie. Remember that zombie movie from a few years back where the guy runs into his girlfriend from high school during the zombie apocalypse?

Yeah.... well it's not my ex girlfriend. My best friend from middle and high school just fell into my path. I just logged on here to tell you guys about the QZ. We've got some catching up to do. I'll be back on tomorrow hopefully and fill you in. This is nuts.


EDIT* I'm going to kill this motherfucker. Five minutes into catching up, he reminds me that we'll likely never eat pizza rolls again. Pray for him.