It's been a minute

So, a lot a shit has gone down since the first entry. My boys are scattered all over God's creation and I have been held up in my damn house! I had finally gotten out to collect supplies and hook up with my boys through the area. But let me tell you of the total mess at my house when last I noted...
There was this crazy noise from out back of the house so I had to check it out. I couldn't allow any of those Zombie bastards to make their way into my home and possibly fuck up my family! I got kids in here man! That was my priorty, keep the kids safe but also teach them some survival tactics if ever they were in a situation where I am either dead, one of "them" or out getting supplies.
Well, I went to the back of the house and what do you think I find... Not only a couple of them but an entire pack of them! They run like God Damn wolves! I grabbed the gun and of course I don't go anywhere with out the blade. There were hands coming from every direction! They were busting right through the boards! I decided the best thing to do was to start chopping instead of shooting, I couldn't see what I was shooting at so I didn't want to waste the ammo. It appeared to be working except there were arms and hands flying all over my backroom! I was a straight up crazy Bitch! I thought at first I was cool but the more I was chopping the more insane it all became. I was like some out of control axe murderer. Strangely enough, the more I did it the better I felt and the power... OH GOD! The power! I actually felt as though I WAS God and all I had to do was swing my mighty blade and I could take anyone or anything for that matter out and control everything!
Still the moans continued and the grappling and reaching and gurgling just kept coming! I felt as though the more I chopped the more they came at my house! I needed to make it stop long enough to regain control of my sanctuary so I decided to torch my back porch and all those fuckers were gonna die! If I can't chop them out of this world I would burn them out!
I Sprayed the shit right through holes where they were reaching through to reach me, sprayed the fluid as though I wanted the space shuttle to view it from space. I think it may have caused them some irritation for the simple fact, they began to back off a bit and made some crazy sounds like, God, I don't even know how to describe it... Horrific yet so sweet was the thought of causing and inflicting such excruciating pain upon them was disturbing yet pleasurable! Holy shit... I think I am losing my fucking mind!!!!! I took my 1/2 lit cig and flicked it out the largest hole I could find and watch the chain reaction. It started with one and worked it's way to the next one and the next one and the next one, a sort of domino effect with serious flammage. What I witnessed next is not something I would ever have expected...
As they were beginning to burn and stink up the area, they began to explode! That's right! The sons a bitches were exploding like someone stuck a grenade up their asses! It was like a bloody fucking 4th of July! I was screaming and laughing and crying all at the same time! I was seriously losing it man! I wasn't sure what was gonna come out of me next... It was complete and utter chaos! Burning bodies dragging themselves all over the street and the yard! Sizzling, bubbling, popping and the noise... Oh god the noise! I needed a drink, a cigarette, a joint, a valume, something! I needed to get control! I was enjoying this too much for a sane person and not enjoying it enough for a lunatic. I'm still not sure I have regained it all back yet, the composier that is... Inside I feel like a mad woman yet on the outside, where the children can see it, I am calm, cool and collected, kind of like the Sarah Conner of Jackson and they are my Terminators. Lord I hope PJ finds some reasoning to all this... I really hope he does.