From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, May 11

May 11, 2017

Yesterday was spent searching all the huts in the village. We brought anything that might be useful back to our little huddle of huts. We found dried rice, corn, beans, sugar, flour, nuts, grains, dried fish, dried meat of some kind and dried fruit. We have the garden and the orchard and access to the boats, if we want to fish.

Besides food, we found lots of fishing nets and fish hooks, clothes, jewelry, and all the other personal possessions of the natives. From what we have seen, I don't think anyone was left alive when the whole village turned. I don't see how they were infected though. Did someone come here before we crashed on the mountain? There aren't any boats that don't look locally made, so how would someone else gotten here to infect the natives?
I think we got an answer to this question when Marty found a journal in one of the huts. It was written in English, in a childish hand, like someone practicing a second language. It was written by a teenage girl who was related to the village doctor. The begining of the journal was just about regular life. It was filled with gossip and things people had seen or said. She talked about school and the other villagers.
No one had come to the island, but people started getting sick. Her father tried to save them, but they died, five on the same day and at least one every day after that. The villagers buried their dead in a cemetary somewhere close by, and concentarted on the people still alive but sick.
Then, a couple of nights after the first five people died, one of them was seen stumbling towards the village. His family thought maybe he was buried while still alive and it just took him that long to unbury himself and get back to the village. But he attacked the first people who got close to him and had to be tied up. The doctor looked him over and proved to the other villagers that he was dead and had come back, somehow.
Then the screaming started. The other four had come back and were attacking and eating people. The girls father told the villagers to cut off their heads, which stopped the bodies but the heads kept moving: the mouth trying to bit, the eyes looking around. They figured out that night that you have to take out the brain to stop the entire creature.
But too many people were bit. They quickly got sick and joined those already ill, huddled around the doctors family hut. The ones bit became sicker faster and died faster. By then, others who had already died were trying to dig themselves out of their graves. The few villagers who had the strength went to the cemetary and took out the ones there, then burned their bodies.
It was too little, to late and the last entry was just three days after the first undead stumbled into the village. The last entry said that the doctor, after carefully studying all the information from the villagers, thought the infection started with fish.

After we finished reading the journal, we threw out anything that might have fish in, just in case, and have now settled in for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Tomorrow, Dave and Terry want to go find the cemetery while Will, Marty and Dave check out the boats to see if any of them are fucking sea worthy. Like anyone here would know what that actually means or knows how to said a boat.
I'm just happy to have something to eat besides fruit. The rice is so good and the fresh vegetables are just heaven. I don't know what is next, but right here, right now if fine by me.

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