Here I am once again having a can of pork and beans by candle light. Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it. So many people are without electricity. Don't they even believe in generators? I guess, I'm one of the lucky ones, my father was paranoid enough to supply us with one with enough fuel to last through out my generation. He strongly believed that our planet was going to get taken over by aliens but the last joke is on him because it has been taken over by zombies instead. A little prayer: Dad, where ever your soul had flown, I want you to know, when you stocked up on caned food, how about a variety instead of just PORK AND BEANS. It's all I friggin' eat and honestly I'm getting sick of it. All though we have plenty of fuel for my generator, I still conserve the energy so yea, I don't turn the lights on. I don't want to attract the zombies. See? That right there is called using common sense. I use that energy to charge up my video camera and lap top and that's it. Although, who in the hell will be watching my videos in the near future? Is there anyone out there even reading this? Okay, so I'm mainly typing all this down just to save my sanity. I have been stuck in my home since.... What day is this? All I can remember is the day I was sitting in my kitchen eating a cold can of pork and beans. I had no choice because we had lost our electricity and I didn't know how to use the generator. My father never showed me and he had lost his life the month before. He was on his way home from work when he got stuck in a traffic jam. How in the hell then one of those dead freaks manage to bust in his windshield? I had no idea they were that strong. Of cource I know nothing about zombies but I am learning quite fast. It had reached it's scarred, decomposed hand and pulled him out of his car with such ease, you would have thought my father weighed nothing more than a feather. Then it cracked open his skull like it was a grapefruit. I wasn't there but I heard enough about it. I was eating my pork and beans when the lack of lighting started to annoy me and I really like seeing what I am eating but it was getting dark out pretty fast. Must have been the time change. I thought I was safe when I went outside to open the basement door. The door to the basement was on the outside instead of the inside. Don't ask. I found this old pool stick lying on the ground. It was busted to the point it looked almost like a sword. Almost. I was about to toss it aside when one of those dead things came at me. My breath caught in my throat. My body vibrated with fear. It was pretty traumatic and before my brain could catch up to the rest of my body, I had slammed that pool stick right in its forehead. It's pasty, dark crimson blood oozed slowly from its opened wound tracing itself around the edge of the pool stick. I watched in fasination as that blood made a thin, pasty trail down between its eyes and down the bridge of its nose. I could help it, my morbid curiositiy kept my feet planted firmly in place. When it began to rock stiffly back and forth, I stepped over to the side alowing it to collapse face first into the snow. The sharp edge of that pool stick shoved in firther from the impact of the ground causing it to stick out from the back. It's blood mixing with the white of the snow giving it a dark pink color. As soon as my fascination morphed itself into fear, I jerked the basement door open, nearly falling down the loose board we call steps. I worked with the generator for I don't know how long but when I finally figured it out, I sighed a silent victory. Leaving the basement, I sneaked a peek to my right then to my left. No zombies. Guess they are too busy feeding on the city people which gives me enough time to board up the basement so I have a lot of work to do so until next time and if the zombies haven't gotten me, I will make another entry.
Ack! Lost my place twice. In dire need of paragraphs...
Hello surivivor. In dire need of paragraphs? What kind of paragraph? Maybe I can help?