Entry 52: Vergil

Damn fucking zombies!  Lost the bike and nearly myself and Jamie today.  Did a fast drive scouting while everyone was cooking meals and on the way back zombies had blocked up the road.  No idea where they came from, no house within view.  Just snow.  Snow everywhere.  Shit.  The bike got through those bastards, but the damage made the tires go flat.  No spare with us, so we had to leave it.  Damnit.  Maybe what Richard said before is right.  The deadheads are changing.  Something about them...  I mean, fuck, where were they hiding?  How were they keeping warm enough not to freeze up?