February 21st

This is Jimmy Varn and I am freezing my ass off.

The zombie parade arrived right after dinner last night. Slow ass mother fuckers. The moans got louder and louder till I thought my chest was vibrating from the volume. Then a steady stream of zombies went by the windows and I knew they were here.

Fuck, they are thick this time. I mean, they were thick last time but they seem to be really packed in this time. There are hundreds of them, pushing and shoving to get ahead of each other. Quite a few of them look fucked up. They are missing arms, or splattered in blood or have knives stuck in them. I am not sure if these wounds were what killed them, or injuries they have picked up in the afterlife.

They pressed against the house. There are so many that they fill the street and push into the lawns. I saw some of them walking in the back yard too. It is a solid mass of zombies and the street is the easiest way for them to go, but they are not sticking to it.

I think about the Screamers, and I wonder what they did wrong to gain the attention of the parade. I haven’t thought about it much since that time but I am thinking about it now. If I could figure it out, it might save my life now.

It is cold. I know I say that a lot but the lack of a fireplace is really hurting. I am going to go back to heating up bricks in my toaster over for warmth. I accidentally came across another warming method. For pissing, I have been filling up empty water bottles that are too small to really hold purified water. The bottles are really warm once they are filled with fresh piss. I have been sticking the piss bottles into my sleeping bag while I stay bundled up.

It isn’t pretty but damn if it doesn’t work.

Reading has been harder than I thought. I had forgotten how loud the moans are. It is like having zombies right here inside the basement. It is deafening. I thought about sticking something in my ears to plug the noise, but the thought of voluntarily deafening myself seemed foolish. I might need to hear something. Like if there are any more survivors like the Screamers.

Not that I would know what to do if I did hear survivors. I can’t kill a thousand zombies. I have considered lighting some gasoline and throwing it into the parade, but somehow I think I would just end up with a parade of unloving bastards on fire. Not like there is a fire department in case if does get out of hand.

I’m logging off. A rescue would be awesome right about now.