February 22nd

This is Jimmy Varn, and I may not be alive for much longer.

Late last night, I heard a hard pounding on the door upstairs. It was a fierce knock, like someone desperate. My first thought was of Crystal. I went upstairs, armed, and peeked out the window.

It was fucking Annie. Remember her? The strange girlfriend of Chuck? It was her, except half her hair was gone and her right side was soaked in blood. She was a fucking zombie.

And she saw me. Man, it was dark with only the moonlight but I could tell it was her and she could tell it was me. She started to really knock on the door then, and worse, she did this freaky moan.

That moan echoed among the other zombies in the parade.

Fuck, my fingers are shaking just thinking about it.

So all these other zombies in the parade decide to come look. Now I have zombies pressing at the windows. I have zombies pressing against the door. Now a lot more fists are pounding, knocking and hammering away.

I thought about shooting through the door. Like maybe if I kill Annie, the others will go away. In Left4Dead it is an easy thing to do. One good rifle shot and it would nail her.

I ran instead. I headed for the basement and locked the door. I barricaded it with everything I had. The whole staircase is full of shit now. I barricaded the door leading outside too. I got just as much shit there now.

I’m buried inside here.

I heard the door break. Upstairs I hear them walking around. Fuck, I thought listening to them moan and stomp outside was bed. Hearing them right above me is fucking awful.

Yet, they haven’t made it to the door. Hard to tell considering how much shit I have between us, but I don’t think they have tried to open the basement door. Maybe I can outlast them.

So I fired up the generator one last time. I need to let people know how I died. It was Annie, ironically one of the people who first introduced me to Home Base, and now she had come back. I bet she had joined the parade, saw Home Base, and remembered it. I bet she wants it back.

I’m curious if the generator will make them want to come down here. Crazy huh? Part of me wants to see if this lures them. If I am going to die, let’s do it now. Come kill me, mother-fuckers!

They don’t seem to notice. I am going to eat my last can of beef stew then. If you don’t hear from me, you’ll know why.