February 9th

This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.

This morning I did a more systematic search with the bike. It is hard to carry anything on it but the extra speed helps me get down the streets in a hurry. I wanted to explore my neighborhood and see what I could find. Mostly I was hoping to find survivors.

Zombies are easy to avoid on a bike. They move so fucking slow. It doesn’t stop them from trying. I saw four of the fuckers behind me at one point. Is this how a zombie parade gets started? Before I returned to Home Base, I made sure to circle a block until I lost them all.

It is fucked up to ride down a quiet neighborhood. There is just no sound. No traffic or kids yelling to fill the silence. I started to shout, trying to get the attention of anyone alive.

Big mistake. I heard a door fall down from a house near me. Out came two zombies, one thin looking guy and one very fat woman. I stared at them, wondering if they were a married couple.

I was daydreaming about them so much; I didn’t see the three zombies that were coming out of some bushes. They looked bloody like they had been eating. They were so sudden that I freaked and banged in to a parker car.

For one brief moment, I looked at the paint gash I had left on the car and worried about paying the owner. I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me this morning, but I was just not thinking straight. I had zombies coming at me slowly from two sides and I should have just started pedaling right there and gotten away.

Instead, I stayed and shot at them. I took aim at the three zombies first because they were bunched together. I prefer shooting into a crowd cause you always hit something. I crippled two of them to crawling and headshot the other one.

The other two zombies were still a good distance away but I stayed around and shot them too. This time I went solely for head shots. I emptied one pistol to kill the fat lady and had to use the other to finish the thin guy.

All in all, I wasted thirty minutes and a lot of ammo to kill five zombies that weren’t much of a threat. I started to feel a little guilty but not much. I was shaking a little. My body was pumped. I rode away and kept exploring.

You know, it isn’t till now that I realized why I killed them. I was bored. That sort of shit is going to kill me.

I did find a quickie mart. That snapped me out of my daydreaming. It was getting close to noon, so I decided to come back here and eat lunch first. Now that I found the place, I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. I also wanted to get my head on straight.

Hell, I also wanted to bring more ammo.

My beef stew is done. See you tomorrow.