I'm drawing a blank, and there are fifteen minutes left in the day. It probably shouldn't bother me. Tomorrow will be pretty much the same, and not all that many people are relying on these messages anyway. Who knows, maybe I've run out of stuff to write about. Perhaps that is what annoys me.
But that is the way the zone plays tricks on you. It lulls you into a sense of sameness, and unimportance. You slow down, you don't look as hard, you miss updates. Then you miss reanimates. Food caches, warning signs, traveler's sigels.
The zone is chasing you, stay a step ahead, stay alert. Its no longer a game about getting out of one building and dodging the freshly risen undead as society falls apart. That is almost cliche. Now its about escaping every building, or at least your home. Now its a struggle to keep going. Sometimes you wonder if you're a real person, if what you're doing has meaning. We all have to ask that in the long view of things, but for now, keep it up, try to get a week uninterrupted. Seek the book within.