I don’t see why everyone else has to act all hysterical about this. I mean sure it’s a big deal and all but like going all mad over it makes it better, or changes it. I don’t know what the others are doing most of the time. I’ve always been on my own, so now I’ll deal with this on my own. Tracking down that mansion should get me somewhere. But those damn butterflies showed up and I had to go fight instead of getting into that house again. They can’t do anything to me if I go in anyway, I mean, I’m already dead aren’t I? I think I might let Rachel keep my baseball bat. She can be a bit of a bad ass with that when she’s all psycho.

Like I needed more trouble. This crazy woman keeping me under contract to kill zombie things after midnight or else I’ll die, again. It’s a good thing I know how to fight, else I’d be in real trouble like the other three. Still I suppose it’s not like I’m in school that much any more and my part time job is pretty much dead. Hmph, dead… guess I never thought about how much that word is used. Somehow I knew Lisa was dead before everyone else did. And somehow the truck killing that zombie has been covered up. This all gets stranger as it goes along. Normally I’d say “whatever” to that blonde bitch, but I don’t think death is an upshot of proving my point. This borrowed life is all I get for now. Best get on with it.