Entry 2: Jane Knight

God what I wouldn't do for a hot shower right now...  Alright then, I'm Jane Knight and I'm a survivor.  Steve has us all recording our thoughts and such for future generations.  Here's hoping there are any.  *clink of glass on metal*  For now we're hunkered down in a library because its made of thick stone with only two doorways in, a loading dock, and windows too high up for the zoms to reach.  Plenty to read to keep us occupied while Steve and Miriam are out getting supplies I guess, plus if it gets cold there's plenty to burn.  So far the gas-lines are on, and the power, but who knows how long that will last?  We've got a makeshift drawbridge setup on the roof we can lower to get to the building next door, some kind of artist dorms or something I guess.  Steve said it's best to not unbar our doors unless we absolutely have to, and if we use the drawbridge then there's no way the infected can get to us if we keep our heads on straight.  Haven't gone out of the library since we've gotten here, though it'll be my rotation to get supplies in another couple days.  Hope they come back with some chocolate and maybe a few packs of smokes.  Don't even care what kind right now.  Everyone's tense and bit jumpy.  We hate to use our guns because the noise draws them in, but someone across the street fired a couple rounds earlier when one of the zoms got too close to their building.  Hopefully the zoms won't head our way once they cluster in the street if we keep quiet.