January 25th

Jimmy Varn reporting in and I am still alive. So is the generator which is a fucking miracle.

The zombie parade moved through sometimes after dark. The rain however is still going. Sweet Baby Jesus with his holy rattle, was I happy to see the parade finally come to an end. The mass if still heading God knows where but at least I can leave my house now.

Now the parade did leave me a few guests. There were about sixteen zombies wondering the streets this morning. A few weeks ago that would have seemed like a terrifying number. Today? Not so much. I picked a rifle and went upstairs to work.

My stomach was growling and my aim was shaky but I was happy to be shooting again. I was happy to be doing something rather than hiding. I was actively changing my environment. I was popping heads and killing those undead fucks.

There was a child zombie that I didn’t shoot. It was a little black boy. He was trying to climb a tree and being a zombie, he couldn’t climb for shit. He kept trying though. I know I should shoot him but damn, I am just now at the point where I can shoot women zombies. He’s small; I know I can outrun him. I’ll get him tomorrow.

It took about an hour but I cleared out the street. I then went outside with my two pistols, my big military looking knife and my backpack. I hauled some serious ass. My stomach was growling and I had basement fever.

I was methodical this time. I went down the street and checked it for zombies and then checked it for supplies. I came across the house with the security sticker and saw that the windows were smashed in. No fucking alarm after all.

Inside the house I found a bag of Doritos that was unopened. Oh my fucking God. I stood there with my back to the wall and ate half the bag. It was salty, cheesy, slightly spicy goodness. My fingers were orange and I didn’t care.

The house was filled with all sorts of goodies. I found a wooden bat upstairs but I don’t think it was to play baseball. I also found an automatic with a box of ammo. Whoever lived here was terrified of a break-in. Their fear was my gain.

Food wise it wasn’t so great. It is funny how critical I am of people who don’t cook at home. I found some cans of soup and some wine. I don’t even drink all that much but I might start. To make up for the lack of food, they had a crap load of candles. Most of them were scented but after so long in the dark, I was glad to have another light source.

A nice side effect of the parade is that they trampled every bush in the neighborhood. They even knocked over a few of the smaller trees. There were so many broken branches and twigs I was able to get a real fire going in the fireplace.

I searched eight houses this morning. I ran into one zombie who was lying down on a bed like they were trying to sleep. I shot it in the head and it felt fucking good. Only took one shot too, but granted, it was on its back. Still, it was my first pistol shot at a zombie and I killed it. Too bad it made such a mess of the comforter it was on. It looked pretty damn comfy.

I was on a home making expedition today. I grabbed canned food, chips and thank Baby Jesus for the 27 total cans of Coca Cola I found but I was also looking for stuff for Home Base. I grabbed blankets, candles and toilet paper.

Yeah, toilet paper. I am not drinking the water untreated but the toilets flush. I have been trying to conserve how many times I flush and it is not pretty. Still, toilet paper goes a long way to making it better.

I didn’t explore as much as I wanted but I am cleaning those places out. I have a ton of new clothes to wear when these get stinky. I have a nice pile of canned foods again. I even found two pounds of frozen hamburger which I keep debating what to do with. A hamburger would be divine but maybe I could stretch it into a little bit of beef for a whole week.

Best of all, I found four gallons of bottled water that I can drink and use for more purifying. Go me!

I haven’t gone looking for the people that were killed during the parade. I have an idea of where they may be, but they were outside of my loot pattern today. Maybe tomorrow.

My lunch of lean cuisine chicken marsala is ready. I am going to light the fireplace and enjoy a warm day. See you tomorrow.