Day 2,114

They say a soul can only rest when it's still so we try to bury as many of our dead as possible. Doesn't really matter if the ground is consecrated or not - a simple prayer works in a pinch but far as I know most of the dead tend to slip away pretty quickly as soon as the first spade of dirt hits bare skin.

Of course the general population want their deceased loved ones to have some kind of ceremony, even though the longer you stay outside the more likely you are to get attacked by the former people unfortunate enough to have been caught up in the initial blast.

Poor fellas are all sorts of deadly without even realising it. They set off radiation detectors nine blocks away and they don't even realise it half the time. They just want to go home, even if it means all their friends and neighbours slowly succumb to the intense radiation they're outputting and die horrifically slow deaths.

As for me, I'm glad to say I never had anyone to care about before this all started and I don't have anyone now. Life's just gotten busier and a little more dangerous but overall Tuesdays are still Tuesdays and the dead still need to be buried to stop their souls from bothering the rest of us.