January 18th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

The zombie parade is still going on. My God, it has been over twenty-four hours. They move slow but how many fucking zombies is that?

Yesterday one of them knocked on the door. It scared the shit out of me. Knock, knock, knocking for a good five minutes. I was too afraid to peek out the peephole. You know how when you are outside, you can see the light coming through the peephole and it gets dark and you know someone is there? I did NOT want to do that now.

The knocking stopped after an hour. The zombies kept walking though.

I am too scared to make noises. I am too scared to do anything. I barely slept. I brought the sleeping bag downstairs and holed up next to the outside door. I thought about barricading it but what if I need to run out that way? Fuck.

I keep three pistols by me.

Last night I put one to my head, just to see if my hand would be steady enough not to shake.

It shook.

The zombies keep walking. Where are they going? Where did they come from?

I can just imagine a small group of survivors holed up in a store and they think they are pretty safe. Then they see a whole shitload of zombies coming and they start shooting. Then the zombie parade comes for them and it is just like in the movies. The survivors shoot ten and a hundred take their place.

Fuck. When I was a kid, my mom would take me to the beach. She taught me to build sand castles up high from the water. The first time I did that, I was bored. My tough old castle just sat there.

The next time I went, I built a sand castle well within the tide line. I would build the biggest and baddest castle possible just so I could see how well it lasted against the water. The waves would come in and piece by piece take my castle out. I was fascinated as I tried to imagine what part would fall first. I loved doing that. The tide always won but it was neat to see how the tide won.

I feel like people are the sand castles now. I feel like it is just a matter of time before they take me down. I feel like the tide of zombies are walking by Home Base but all it would take is a roadblock of some kind and they tear me down.

I also ran out of Coke today. My head is killing me. I need caffeine.

If anyone is alive, please leave a comment. I need to know I am not alone. Please.