February 10th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

The quickie mart was interesting. Which is a nice way of saying it was a total fucking disappointment. I half expected a treasure trove of goodies. It was far from that.

I took the wheel barrow instead of the bike. It took me nearly an hour just to get there.

I checked the place thoroughly. I wasn’t going to let any zombies get the jump on me. I found one behind the counter. He was sitting on a stool staring into space. It had a gunshot blast and blood on its chest, and I am thinking that is how it died. Some bastard shot him while he was still alive. I shot him in the head and ended his existence.

In the back, I found someone had been living ion the freezer area. There were two blankets laid out like makeshift beds. There was a shit load of empty beer bottles. Potato chip bags littered the floor and a box of frozen hotdogs was rotting. Whoever stayed here left a mess. I didn’t see any blood or bodies, so I am guessing they moved on.

I wonder if they were the ones who killed the clerk. If so, I didn’t want to be meeting them.

The store was empty in weird ways. All the cigarettes were taken, and I mean all of them. It made me laugh. Hopefully the murderous bastards will die of lung cancer before I meet them.

The Coke was gone too, but the Pepsi products were untouched. Mother fuckers. Even in an apocalypse, Georgians will leave behind the Pepsi. I grabbed as many Pepsi’s as I could but I wasn’t happy about it. All the bottled water was there which I was grateful for. I hate to be the dumb bastards who are going to get dehydrated.

All of the candy was gone but they left behind the microwavable spaghetti and soup cups. Fuck, food is food. I would have liked more sweets but I was more worried about protein. The chips were all gone but they didn’t touch the beef jerkey. Worse looters ever.

I was not surprised when most of the porn was taken too. What did surprise me is that they left behind the magazines with black women. This is when I am glad for racists fucks. After reading all those Leg magazines, I was happy for some porn with more tits.

You know if it is a shitty day when I am most pleased about the porn I found. I don’t know what I was expecting. I guess more stuff. The fact that someone had already looted the place really put me in a bad mood. It made me realize that there is a countdown for how long it will be till everything worth having gets looted.

What really bothers me is that dead counter clerk. I have kept wishing to meet other survivors but now I am not so sure. The odds of them being another guy like me is less than meeting another racist asshole like Chuck.

Took me awhile to bring it all back yesterday. It got dark so I didn’t go back. I got the rest of it this morning. I took a lot of stuff I didn’t really want but I guess every bit helps. I took all the paper I could find, magazines, books, and even the maps. I took anything edible which meant I even took the fucking Spam. Oh man, I am saving the Spam for when I have nothing else to eat.

I also wiped out anything medicinal they have. I am covered from colds, to sinuses to PMS.

I am logging off and going to eat some of the beefaroni I brought back.