February 25th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

Wow, who needs Clive Barker when you have a zombie parade. I read ‘Meat Train’ but it seemed almost quaint. Monsters under the city? Dude, I have monster right above me. One of those fuckers notice the basement door and realize what it is, my ass is grass.

Isolation is doing funny things to my head. I keep checking out the bondage store room. I should avoid all of that crazy shit but I keep checking it out. I can’t look out any of the windows, so I might as well learn how a gimp mask works. It might be important later if Crystal comes back.

I’m kidding. Really.

I think I walk around as much as the zombies do. I pace the basement, looking for a way that I can escape if I have to. I altered the barricade to the outside door so I can move it aside quickly. I also set up some of the bondage rope to use as a net barricade across the upstairs door. There is a gasoline can by the upstairs barricade so I can shoot at it and cause a fire as I escape. That’s the plan at least.

I am not sure when my plans changed from heroic last stand to an escape. Maybe it is my videogame experience. Being in a hopeless situation that had no solution was just too hard to accept. There is a no restart and there is no way to save my game, but deep down I believe there has to be a way out of this shit. I can’t accept that God or Baby Jesus are leaving me here to die in a basement.

So I plan to run. The zombie parade moves left to right but when I saw it last time, they didn’t really break off. If the upstairs zombies find their way down here, I’ll burn them and run. I’ll head into the lawn, run past whatever zombies are there and head at a right angle to the zombie parade. I can jump a fence. I don’t think those zombies can.

Of course, I am betting on the back lawn not being filled with zombies to the point that I can’t run through them. I really wish I had Crystal’s metal bat about now. I’ll make due with this chair leg I have been working on. I got it so sharp that Buffy Summers would have an orgasm looking at it.

I do wish I was smart enough to get a backpack down here. I want to load up on supplies when I run for it. Oh well. I do have a bunch of bondage straps that I have rigged around my belt like a BDSM tool belt. I have three bottles of water, a pouch of snack mix and long knife. I got two guns and a rifle picked out.

Shit, I almost want them to break in. I got a plan.

I’m going to eat now. You never know when it might be my last meal for awhile.