February 18th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

Man, those gas pumps were a bitch. They wouldn’t work without electricity so I did some poking around. I thought that behind the counter I would find some sort of secret button to press to let the gas flow. I fucking wish.

I found where the gas trucks pump the gas into the underground storage. After fucking round with the latch mechanism, I finally managed to pry that lid off. At one point I had to search the quickie mart for the damn manual, but I got the fucker off. I felt proud of myself.

It would have been fun if it wasn’t for the fucking zombies. Over the course of a couple of hours, four zombies came stumbling by. I really hated firing a gun at a gas station but I didn’t want to fuck around with hand to hand. It bothered me though that so many wandering zombies came by the same place.

I wonder if it is a ‘Dawn of the Dead’ thing. In that movie, zombies came by the hundreds to the abandoned mall because it was important to them in life. Maybe this shitty quickie mart was important to a bunch of snack chomping zombies. I don’t know. It seemed like a lot of traffic for one morning.

I used some gas containers I scavenged from the store to load up on gas and wheelbarrowed them home. I tried to take frequent breaks so I wouldn’t hurt my back again. I am not sure if I am a wimp or if I really messed it up digging those graves, but my back gets sore real easily now.

There was no sign of Crystal anywhere. I guess I didn’t really expect to see her, but I kept an eye out.

There were three zombies on the street on the way home. One of them was so slow and degraded I simply out walked him. One of his legs was really stiff. I wondered if it was a prosthetic. He followed me for awhile but then got distracted by a tipped over mailbox.

The other two zombies I shot with my pistols. I tried getting a little fancy and carried a gun in each hand, Left4Dead style. Yeah that shit didn’t work. My aim was horrible. Holy shit, I need that second hand to hold a pistol steady. After wasting some bullets, I put my left hand gun down and plugged the poor target practice zombie.

Anyway, I got a shitload of gasoline in the basement. I am not sure if it is safe to have that much gasoline in one place but where else am I going to store it?

This afternoon, I am going to search the neighborhood for some paint. Right now I have a delicious lunch of pork and beans that I had been saving.