February 19th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

So I found some paint yesterday. It was red, which I sort of feel is a terribly unfortunate color. It looks like bright blood. Sigh. I am sure it looked great in someone’s bedroom but not so much on a roof.

Two zombies were out on the street this morning and I shot them both. It is getting hard to walk around the street with all the bodies. Not that it is going to matter tomorrow, but I’m getting to that.

I got a ladder and climbed the roof. I painted in big giant letters, ‘ALIVE’ even though I nearly slipped twice. Funny how I was never fond of height but I got over it when it came time to paint a rescue message.

It was from on the roof that I saw them. Another god damn mother fucking cock sucking zombie parade. They were coming from the same direction that the last zombie parade was heading. It might be the same damn parade for all I know. It was heading here, and I am guessing it might show up sometime tonight.

I can already hear their moans. Sound travels in an empty city.

Fuck, I hope Crystal doesn’t get caught in that shit.

I’m getting ready. I put out the fire in the fireplace which really sucks. I’m moving the food and water into the basement. I’m moving the guns too. I scavenged a lot of garbage bags and bottles since I can’t shit outside. I really don’t want to get into details on that.

Fuck, I say I am getting ready but I can’t get past this sense of depression. The last zombie parade lasted for days. The idea of being trapped in Home Base and not being able to get out really upsets me. That will be a week that no one could rescue me. It is a week that Crystal won’t be coming back. It will be a week where I am not going to fucking find any chocolate chip cookies.

I got shit to do.