February 13th

This is Jimmy Varn and I got fucking laid.

Thank you sweet baby Jesus with your diapers full of poo. I am so fucking glad to not be alone anymore. I am so fucking glad to have someone to talk to. I am so fucking glad to have gotten some twice last night.

Last night there was a knock at the door. I freaked a little. I thought it was a zombie and grabbed two pistols. I looked out the window and I saw someone standing there, shivering in the rain.

I could tell it was a she right away. Straight black hair that came right down to her shoulders. Her jeans were tight against her very feminine bottom. Her arms were crossed over her chest but damn, I knew boobs when I saw them. It was her face that cinched it. She is so beautiful, with dark rich brown skin.

And best of all, she was alive.

I opened the door and she stood there, looking so pitiful.

Her name is Crystal and she is alive. Hot damn.

As soon as she got in she wanted to eat. I fed her. I felt fucking proud. I had such variety she seemed taken back. She let me pick something even though I told her to have whatever she wanted. I made her something fancy. That is, I made her beef stew and I spiced the hell out of it.

She ate three cans. Damn, she was starving.

I asked her many questions. She had been hiding from house to house. She stayed on the move and used up resources as she came across them. Not a bad idea I guess. She was searching for a new home when she saw the smoke from my fireplace yesterday. Crystal said she had been searching the neighborhood for me when she saw the lights.

God damn, I still can’t believe it. Another survivor. She didn’t have a gun and wouldn’t take one when I offered it. She had been using a metal bat to cripple the zombie in the leg. I feel dumb for not noticing the bat when she was at my door. She set it against the wall out of my line of sight. I guess she was being careful.

Crystal had seen some survivors. They carried guns and looked dangerous to her. Fuck, I guess we all look dangerous. She said she didn’t trust them.

But she trusts me.

I got her fed and gave her some of my hard earned purified water so she could sponge bath herself. I went down to the basement so she could work with the fireplace. I was a perfect gentleman. Man, I wished I had been smart enough o hide all the porn I had upstairs.

That night I made a bed for her on the couch. I took the sleeping bag in front of the fire. I wished her good night. I was in fucking heaven having someone else to talk to.

About an hour later she came to my sleeping bag. We didn’t say anything. We had sex, twice. I hate to get all gushy, but it was like a romance movie. I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my life. The feel of her skin, the smell of her dirty hair and the feeling of her lips was so damn special. We are alive and we are together.

I told her about the blog. She says she is thinking about posting. We’re off to have lunch now. Nice to have someone else cook for a change.