January 21st

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive, unlike those poor bastards down the street.

When I first heard the screams last night, I thought I was imagining them. It has been so long since I have heard someone else’s voice that I almost didn’t recognize it. When a second voice joined the screams, I knew it was real.

The screams were coming from down the street. I went upstairs and tried to find a window to look for them, but it was so damn dark. I could barely see anything but I could hear them. I could hear them shouting for help.

Fuck. I saw the zombie parade falter a bit. Most of them kept walking forward but some of them turned around. It was like watching an undercurrent as it slipped back towards the screams. Zombies might not react to every sound, but they are sure as fuck reacted to this.

I thought about helping. Crazy, right? There were literally thousands of zombies and I was trying to think of a way to help. I wanted to help those screamers. I wanted to rescue them like I had been praying for someone to rescue me. Sweet Baby Jesus, I wanted to do something other than hide in Home Base.

There were screams but no gunshots. I think there were two different voices. One was male and the other was female. They shouted at each other. I couldn’t make out the words but I could hear the terror. They were trying something and I was hoping it would work.

I heard the female scream even louder than she had before. Her next scream was so sad. It was so pitiful, that I started to cry.

A few minutes later, I heard her shout but then she was cut off.

I stayed in the upstairs room and waited but I didn’t hear anything else. I cried. I cried for at least an hour. I was so upset. They sounded close but it is so hard to tell with echoes in a dead city. I could have found them and maybe helped them.

I could have died with them.

That was last night. Today I am still alive and thirsty as hell. I decided to try the bleach idea.

I had an empty gallon jug that I filled up with water from the faucet. The water looked ok but you can never tell. I then took some bleach, unscented by the way, and I put two drops in. I am supposed to let it sit for an hour or so. I think I will let it sit for eight to be honest.

Also, the generator went out and I had to use the gas from that garage I found. I am not sure how much power that leaves me but my worse fear is two days at most.

The zombie parade keeps going. I took a peek and it looks just as strong as ever. Fuck, it is like the whole world died and are marching outside my door. If the bleach kills me, at least I will have company.

Signing off.