The Thoughts of The Lonely Ep. 2

Well, here I am in this shit hole farmhouse, I found a friend, the farmer's cat is still alive. I fed it some tuna from my dinner and it has been very affectionate since. I guess I should count my blessings, the farmer was a smoker like me, he had a case of black and milds upstairs, I put them in my pack. He also had a nice 12 gauge and a decent scoped 30-06, too bad there's no ammo for the 30-06, oh well, maybe I can trade the .45 ammo for some 30-06 later. The only other thing worth taking in here is a decent bit of canned food. I find it hilarious, there's zombies everywhere and yet here's this totally undisturbed farmhouse, I haven't searched the basement yet, kind of don't want to. I think I'll do it in the morning, I'll just barricade the door and barricade the top of the stairs before I go to sleep. I'm not sure how I'm going to keep this cat, but it's keeping me from going batty so I'm gonna try. My truck is secure in the barn behind the farm house, I don't think anyone will find it, even if they do it's take a high speed drill to get even the gas out of it. There isn't a single walker to be seen even with night vision from the upstairs windows, I'm hoping it stays that way. Just in case I made myself a mini panic room upstairs, the room liked to the farmer's bedroom has the door nailed shut and a little stock of supplies, with nothing but a tiny door with a metal hatch to get into it. The basement is still my main concern, I haven't run into the farmer nor any other walkers, even though there were guns and a vehicle here, mildly disconcerting is an understatement. Well, I'm gonna have me one of these cigars, no telling when I will have another once these are gone, only 3 percent of us citizens smoke cigars, funny when you consider they are one of the "safer" form of tobacco.

Well, I just barricaded the basement door and then the stairs, I'm upstairs with the cat, who I have decided should be called "Valhalla", the name of the Norse heaven, sounds strong, it'll need every strength to survive this world. I am going to bed now, I can only hope my I can get some sleep, there are so many horrors in my head, from this new world to the one it destroyed, my mind is filled with more bad than good. Goodnight world, if I shall awaken tomorrow I will try to write again, I dunno why, it's a notebook I'm carrying, no one else will ever read it, even if there's anyone else alive to read it, except the cat. I guess this writing thing is just a way for me to talk to myself without sounding crazy