Brian M… Yeah.. It is March.
Really bad day. In fact the last few days have been pretty bad. This one shelter was holding a lot of people, I mean, maybe 100. They’re all gone. Somedays I feel such guilt of the things I’ve done. But isn’t such actions nessessary at time? Before this all happened I didn’t believe there being light at the end of the tunnel. And all of this madness really seals the deal. My head hurts. My malevolent ways were curbed today unless you consider killing in self defense just as bad. Fuckers tried to rob me. There was two of them. This guy and his son. The guy, I don’t know, he must have been in his late 30s or so… he was using this little kid, probably no older than 12. Poor little boy. He came over pleading for help. His father was being jumped! I ran with him to help his father, which I didn’t understand why I cared in the first place. I ran around the block and saw nothing. THe little kid stabbed my leg with a pencil or pen or something. Then out from under this old tarp was his father swinging a bat. The sun was out. My double barrel shotgun beats that. One round punched a hole in the man’s chest. The other round ripped the boy’s face halfway off.
I looted their bodies… Must have been pretty busy lately. Food and bulletts are currency these days and did they have a bunch. Nothing that would fit my guns though but I traded them to some stupid bitch. She did some haggling but… I got what I needed, bullet wise, I didn’t fuck her. Speaking of my arsenal…. I have a double-barrel shotgun as I’ve mentioned before. I know, its so cliche in this type of setting. There are soo many things I’m thinking of I can’t get it all out coherently.
Rumors. Lots of rumors lately I’ve been hearing about. Yesterday I think while in what was once Gorgas Park, which is now leveled, its like a junkyard/maze of burnt and destroyed vehicles. Anyways… A lot of us have go there at night. Most of us to unwind… or basically sit and think and feel our minds slowly fading away. But the things don’t seem to wonder into this area for whatever reason. Or maybe they’re watching our habits before attacking. Anyways…
While this group cooked dinner for all of us, maybe about 20 or so, the one guy and even a few other confirmed it at least, that there’s some sort of quarentine zone. A safe zone for survivors. I’m almost halfway there as I write this. I’m holed up in a burn out motorhome. I only got away because I shot a dog so it couldn’t run. I kicked the fucking thing into that gang of… fucking things. Aliens people were calling them. Fuck if I know. So yeah… so home sweet home. Literally I’m eating beans out of a can.
I just reminded myself… I wonder how my house is doing?