Date Unknown,
It has been a while since I wrote, plus I just found this book again. The tower has become my best friend. If it wasn't for the rats and bugs I might not be here. The aroma of the dead has made it's way up here and i hope soon I shall be numb to the smell. The zombie hoard I think are loosing interest in trying to get me. Maybe just maybe they are forgetting I'm up here, because I'm sure I smell great. I think I could blend in with them with this putrid smell of dead flesh all around. It has been a long struggle to survive, I hope it is all for the good and don't die doing something stupid. Any way time here seems to have stopped and it is the same thing day in and day out. Me being up a level and them only having to climb one at a time, a good shot could take a few out and I rest up for the next fight. The food is getting scarce, and I'm feeling quite weak. But the thought of rescue keeps me going. As I stated before the zombie hoard is starting to move away and follow out the wide open doors, it is about time!!. Well on the bright side I know every inch of the top of this tower, not that it matters that much!!
Here we go again...................