January 22nd

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

The bleached water tasted awful but I read that if you change the water between several containers, it will help with the taste. I think it has to do with getting air into the water. It sounds crazy but it worked. A couple of jug swaps and it tasted fine.

I drunk half a gallon right away. I only have the one gallon jug, so I emptied it into water bottles and filled it up again. I have a regular water processing plant going here.

The mother fucking god damn cock sucking asshole zombie parade is still going. I guess I am used to them because yesterday I went to the upstairs window and set up the blinds so I can look at them without them seeing me. I guess I was just curious. I wanted to see what their demographics were.

You know how in those Romero movies, they would show a zombie dressed as a clown, or maybe one dressed as a cheerleader? I always thought that was funny shit. I wanted to see if there was anyone like that in the crowd. Call me crazy but I was hoping for a laugh.

What I saw didn’t make me laugh. I saw a large group of people wearing hospital scrubs. That tells a story all by itself, doesn’t it? I saw a senior citizen zombie still using his walker. I saw four different Santas, and not once did it make me laugh.

I saw way too many children.

It was too depressing to watch. They were people. I will say one thing though, zombies don’t discriminate. White, Black, Asian and Indian, they are all one ugly shade of rotting gray now. Atlanta has always been a pretty diverse place but we have racial equality now. We are all just meat.

Another thing, I am freezing. I can’t believe I used to go without heat when I first moved to Home Base. It has been five or six days since I had fire and I am feeling it. I am shivering non stop and let me tell you, shivering is exhausting.

Since I am firing up the generator for the computer, I am using the toaster oven too. I cook my lunch and then leave the toaster on. I got smart yesterday and took a brick and put it in the toaster over. I put that brick in my sleeping bag and I had warmth for a good six hours.

Shit, I have gotten smarter now that I am desperate.

My food is getting scarce. I ate the last of the canned fruit today. I have four cans of vegetables and one precious can of chicken noodle soup I had been saving for after I knew the water purification was working. I think I will eat it last.

I still have caffeine headaches and would almost brave the zombie parade if I saw a walking corpse with a six pack.

If this zombie parade goes on for another couple of days, I am fucked. Not that living is such a joy. I am freezing. I am scared. I am too afraid to move sometimes.

I think about those people I heard screaming. How long had they been holed up and I never knew it? How good did they think they had it until the parade noticed them? That is what I can’t help. Every time I start to relax and get bored with the zombie parade, I think about a thousand zombies breaking in and smothering me as they rip me apart.

It keeps me in the basement. I feel like I have been buried alive.