Entry 57: Kathy Ross

Those damned frost zombies swarmed us last night, but everyone got up quick enough to put them down.  Everyone is getting used to waking up at the sound of gunfire or shouting now.  We have to.  Today marks the first day I've actually hit one of them.  Graham and the others would deal with them before so easily since the normal variety were so easy to see coming.  One day when my child grows up, he or she is going to learn how to use and respect a gun as soon as they can.  They'll need to.  But...  Ammo is something that won't last forever.  I'm not really able to pull a bow back properly right now, not to mention how the others who are learning take so long to prepare their second shot.  Ellis and Steven are working on trying to make a couple crossbows out of various parts they found at a hardware store in the nearest town two days ago.  And the men grabbed another frost zombie for Jane to dissect.  They tried to talk me out of it, but I watched until I needed to vomit and then came back after.  Graham died to this variety of zombie.