February 23rd

This is Jimmy Varn, and I have no idea why I am still alive.

The zombies keep walking upstairs. I hear things falling over. I imagine they are making a big ass mess of the place. I can’t be sure, but I am betting there are more of them than there was last night. How many zombies can cram into a house? 20? 30? 100?

I though the parade was going to confine me to Home Base. I had no idea it was going to confine me to the basement indefinitely. I’m too afraid to even peek out the basement windows to see how the parade is doing. The last thing I want to do is attract the attention of another zombie.

Here is the really freaky thing. So I had to move a lot of shit around to barricade myself. Well, I moved some boxes and found a fucking door. Remember how I said the basement seemed smaller than it should be? Well it turns out there was a whole other room hidden here.

At first I was excited. I thought it might hold supplies. Fuck, it does, but not anything I could use. Not unless I really wanted to punish Crystal the next time I see her.

The room had all sorts of bondage gear. All of it still in the original packaging like they had never been opened. There was a shit load of chains, a box of leather cuffs and more anal plugs than I ever wanted to see. There were a couple of leather masks and a damn doggy cage big enough for a man to sleep in it. The room was jammed with it. The only thing missing was a person to use them on.

At first I thought it belonged to the owners of the house. The pictures of the couple made them look like nice guys, but you never know what people get up to in the bedroom. But I realized that there was too much of the shit. It was all fresh, like it had been just stolen from a sex store. No one had ever used this stuff.

I realized that these must belong to Chuck and Annie. I also realize that all of this stuff looks like it was made for men.

I think those fuckers meant these things for me. It certainly explains why they were so uncomfortable with me. It also explains why they treated me like a fucking pet.

God damn. The only people willing to help me just wanted to rape my ass. Nice folks.

And now the bitch half of the rape couple is upstairs as a zombie, trying to figure out where her lunch went.

You know, I just want to live through this so I can shoot her ass myself.

Logging off.