February 6th

I am Jimmy Varn and what do you know? I am still alive.

It was raining lightly this morning so I went back to grave digging. Wet ground was a lot easier to move around. I dropped what was left of Screamer’s body into the grave and covered it up. It might have been stupid to do it with my back sore but I had to. She was a stranger but she was just like me. She was just trying to live.

I buried her and said good luck to her spirit.

I went back to looting the houses. I came across two zombies in the street. They looked pathetic. I think they were both women but it can be hard to tell. They looked soaked and miserable. Both of them wore thick coats that I was tempted to steal if it wasn’t for the fact that they had blood soaked into them.

Took me five shots to get them. I need to work on my aim.

Freezer meat is getting rarer. I found some pork chops that frankly look a little freezer burned but I am going to try them. There have been way too many frozen dinners too. I might move a microwave down to the basement and let the generator cook them because frying them is sometimes disastrous. Too bad that most of the frozen meals are for people on a diet. I need some fattening portions.

I found a can of biscuits and I might try heating them over the fire. Bread would be awesome.

Man, food is a daily obsession. Every morning I look at my dining room table and I mentally divide the food into days. I have ten days of food if I eat three meals a day. I’ve worked my way down the street and am starting to wrap around the block. I need to find three meals a day in order to stay even, and anything else is gained time. Anything less is another day closer to starvation.

Thank Sweet baby Jesus for the chocolate chip cookies. Three a day makes up for any bean/pea/spinach combination I end up eating in a day.

I set up the water barrel outside. I got really smart and found a screen door that I cut up. I got the idea from whatever screen that cars use to stop siphoning. The screen won’t stop bugs but at least it won’t turn into a bird bath. Now it just needs to really rain.

Little Joe was trying to climb a different tree. I thought about helping him up. I am not sure what he would do if he got up there.

Then I remembered he was a fucking zombie and I should really shoot him one day. Fuck, he’s not a pet.

Time to go back to looting. The pork chops look almost okay.