February 7th, 1492

Sometimes I wonder why I even wake up some mornings. We lost five Hunters last night. We were attacked by zombies. Honest to God zombies. At first I thought it was a joke. I had seen reanimated copses, but these were different. Something had to be controlling them. They were made from a whole town. We heard rumors of them just sitting there and dying. So full of sloth that they just died. I do not know. But they came back from the dead with a hunger they could not fill in life because of their laziness to get up and get food. They attacked us. We were surrounded. But we fought and in the end we lost five, and the bodies of the zombies were destroyed. We burned the whole town.