Date: 12/12/01, 8pm: A Fateful Winter’s Day, The Snowy Woman

  I met a girl while I was walking through the forest.

  She was freezing, and covered in snow.

  Her hair is pure white, and her eyes are a beautiful red.

  I’m not sure if she’s a human and dead, or a zombie who’s unconscious.

  Considering the white hair, I assume that she’s a zombie that’s just a bit more human than the rest.

  “What?” Is the first thing she said.

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  It was very quiet.

  I picked her up and brought her home.

  My parents are asleep, so I put her in my bed to warm up.

  I figure she’s just frozen.

  It was late, so I was dozing off while I waited for her to wake up.

  And wake up she did. Not very pleasantly, though.

  When she woke up, she immediately grabbed a knife from somewhere and held it to my throat while I was still dozing off.

  If I remember correctly, I think she said

  “Who are you. Where am I? Why did a human like you rescue some zombie?! What’s your plan?”

  Of course, I was definitely startled.

  In fact, I still am.

  She fell asleep again, though. So I’m still alive to write this at least.

  I’ll try figuring it out in the morning. I’m tired right now.

  I hope I don’t die while I’m asleep.