Gumption

Dear Not-A-Diary, today I killed my three-hundredth walker with a book. I also stepped on a nail, but it wasn't rusty, so I probably won't die from it, which is nice. The number of walkers at the fence keeps growing, I still miss home, and I haven't quite figured out if my gun did or did not speak to me last night, but on the plus side, Beth smiled at me today. All in all, a win.