Mirrorman Journal

The city is lost, even those few souls worth saving, have been corrupted. I call them ?malignant allies?, those that still claim to be true humans, but their views have been so changed by living among the zombies that no difference exists anymore. I have no fear I will suffer the same fate, I don?t live among the zombies, I live where none dare, I live on the fringe of death. I look into the eyes of zombies and I see darkness, where the malignant allies see a semblance of life, I give see none.

I am the Mirrorman, and the evil of the zombies cannot harm me. They fear to look upon my mask, and see their true being, not the walking dead, but just dead.

I am the Mirrorman and I reflect the true nature of all that look upon me.