I don't think zombies can start fires. If they could they probably would have smoked me out of here a while ago. Some how, on of the tree's in the courtyard caught fire. It wasn't super big, and it put itself out. The weird thing is that it started at the base of the tree, so someone had to have been outside to start it. I'm wondering if it was maybe an accident, an attempt to wasted a zed, or possibly a signal. I haven't gone through the entire building yet, so maybe it's possible someone else is here to? Hell of a way to get my attention though. They could have just knocked.
Last time I left you guys with the story about Dave. Dave was my first zombie kill. I think it's safe to say that the movies and video games make it a lot more fun. Sometimes when I'm alone at night, I'll turn my music on for an hour or two, and pretend that he and Sammy are fucking in the next room. If I'm gonna preserve his memory, then I might as well do it in a way that he would have liked.
After the shock of having killed my friend wore off, I went back into my apartment. The water was still running luckily, so I took a shower for a few hours until the hot water ran out, then I went to my room and got dressed. I tried to remember what the news had said before the television cut out. I guess that is what I get for trying to sleep through the zombie apocalypse. After dressing I flipped on my laptop and loaded up the internet. Suffice to say that nothing new had posted in quite a while, but the old posts were still up on websites like Yahoo, or other news places. It didnt take long to get caught up on everything that had happened. Every website pretty much said the same thing, get to here, go to there, don't do this, do that but not that, and if you are bitten blah blah blah. I guess this would have been more helpful if I hadn't been an avid zombie fan before the outbreak.
So, after having spent an hour reading things that were either out dated or I already knew, I figured the next logical step would be to take inventory of what I had on hand. I was a poor college student, and like all poor college students I was all about cheap food. Thank god for the Dollar Tree, am I right? I had blown about a hundred dollars there on food before things wen to shit, so I still had a good amount of food on hand. But of course I knew that it wouldn't last forever, and that even with rationing I would have to go outside at some point to get more.
Living in an apartment complex however mean that I had almost forty different places to scavenge, some that were literally right next door. I decided that it would be good to stock up immediately. If there was anything perishable I would have to get to it sooner rather then later. Getting into the other apartments would be easy. I didn't live in a super "ritzy" place. The place had been built in the early 70's as low income housing, so suffice to say that not everything was "up to code". I dressed in layers and took a couple weapons with me; weapons being a meat cleaver and a broken broom handle. I didn't own a gun, and I knew that if I had used one it would probably just attract those things to where I was.
I tried Dave's place.I don't like progressing stereotypes, but for a post apocalyptic world, it was pretty damn clean. Aside form a broken coffee table and some smears of blood on the walls, you wouldn't even know that it was the end of the world. I immediately made my way to the kitchen. Sammy may have been a diva queen with the attitude of a spurned teenage girl, but the guy knew how to cook. I had been over for dinner a few times and the guy always had a fully stocked kitchen. He would prance around saying things in that Spanish accent of his like he owned the place, even if Dave paid the rent. A quick searched wielded a pantry full of canned goods, some bottles of water, and a couple cases of beer with a half naked man who had a missile coming out of his pants. I don't know if this is the right time to ask this, but do you have to be g** to get a hold of awesome stuff like that?
The fridge was a good find too, and I managed to move everything from their kitchen to mine. the apartment to the left of mine however was going to be a problem. While Dave and Sammy were pretty cool, the neighbor next door was this miserable old crow who never left her home unless it was to tell me something racist. I'm Hispanic, an not even that dark, but If I was returning home, she would sometimes come outside an say something about how I should go back to Mexico. I ignored her because she would never actually come outside. She was confined to a walker and she never seemed to pass the threshold. Every week or so some guy would come by her place and drop off some groceries. He never seemed thrilled about it though, and I don't blame him. I know it isnt a nice thought, but I was pretty sure the old bat was probably dead. I cant thin of anyone who would willingly come for her, or how she would survive outside her home. Then again, she may have just been to old and bitter for any zombie, and could be doing just fine.
I'm going to have to continue this later. I just heard a bang coming from down the hall. As mush as I would like to stay here and ignore it, it might be another person. Or if it's a zed, then the best thing to do would be to kill it before it became an issue. It's a pain but living on the second story means I could easily just push it out an open window after I kill it.