Day 32

Dear Diary,

Just making sure that you're aware that my leg still hurts. Now I'm starting to think something might be broken, but that just might be my paranoia.

I used to be a very scared little child, afraid of everything. I didn't have a fight or flight instinct. It was more of a flight or cry. I haven't cried in years, or however long this nightmare has been lasting for. No point in crying if there is nobody to see you do it. Fear wise, I guess I've grown. To be fair, it's the paranoid that survive, so my emotional growth might have been a setback survival wise. 

I'll have to go to the next town soon since I'm running low on supplies. I don't know how I'll manage that with my leg, but I guess I'll just have to power through it. 

I can't wait to see how many frozen people I'm going to see there. It's funny, I used to pass out at just the view of blood, but nowadays dead bodies don't even phase me. I mean, why should they? They have no use to me. I sometimes try to take their clothes, but those are usually frozen onto them so I just end up taking chunks of them off. 

I've become pretty emotionless I think. Primal even. All I care about is surviving, and even that desire is slowly fading away. Because I mean, what's the point? What is the goddamn point? It's not like there is anything waiting for me and that I just need to stay alive for a little longer. I hate this.