Entry #47 ... I recovered the last tape from

Entry #47 ... I recovered the last tape from under the burned-out cabin. It was sealed in a zip-lock bag with "Operator" written in a sharpie on a post-it. I hope I can solve this.

I have to before the drunk logger returns. He doesn't know that I've seen the blood in his cabinet. I put the tape in the VCR I bought from Goodwill. What I saw was a movie about

a crazy inventor that invents a machine that turns people into sand and back into people again. I was quite relaxing watching the movie but I would have liked popcorn

with sugar rather than sand; this sort of total-immersion theatre didn't appeal to me at all. But still, I was quite relaxing, as everyone agreed - they couldn't help but unwind

as the proprietors were pumping nitrous into the chamber. Soon, the entire audience was in stitches, then the actors fell to the stage floor, guffawing. A red light swamped the

Theatre complete with sound effects, whilst the lights came on. "Everyone must leave", the voice on the p/a announced. The stampede of zombies had begun, at last. Alex Jones warned

people to stay ahead of the zombies to avoid cerebral carnage as if we didn't know! The Running of the Zombies in Wichita was an annual event.A few Europeans always got munched on.

It was quite an adrenaline rush, this Zombie run. This year is supposed to be even more exciting. They brought in some fresh zombies from the little known plague out west

of the Dakotas. Apparently, these zombies can run, Cletus. And I hear tell they all been training these past couple months so they in peak condition. You hear me Cletus, peak condi

condition! This then became the most unforgetable moment of my life. We ran like crazy dogs to only find that we met the dead-end corridor