A weeks worth of nothing

Silence, that's all that greets us now. I sit in the same chair everyday hoping to hear something or someone out there rather than the godawful moaning or that wretched bitch carrying on about gods punishment and his divine right to bring this upon us. I've sat here with nothing but a thin sheet rock wall separating us and even with these head phones on I can still hear her. In less than a week after I met Bill on the road, less than seven fucking days, we've gone from five, not including me, to three.
Joseph, the one guy I figured would sit this through, the one guy that I though was just as stubborn as me, shot himself last night while on watch. He didn't leave a note nor did he say anything, I walked out of my room and found him there gun in hand with blood everywhere, I don't even know why. Mary, I think I feel worst for even if she was just as bad as that preaching bitch, she didn't deserve her death, no one needs to die like that. Fran, the lady I've been talking about backed her into the railing with her rambling which gave way. I didn't hear her screams as she fell or the snap of her arm when she hit nor did I hear her voice die out when those things bit into her throat but I know it all happened be cause I can look out this window and she her. Fran blames it was a lack of faith and her association with a blasphemous child of Satan, me of course, that got her killed.
Am I'm the child of Satan because of my explosives knowledge or firearms training? Maybe I enjoy killing these things to much? I don't know but what I do know is that if she bothers me one more time I'm going to shoot her in the leg and throw her over the side. It's strange to me though when I think about it before all of this happened, I didn't have a problem with religion. I didn't have one but I was never threatening to kill a preacher. I can't talk to anyone else their so engulfed in what Fran has to say that they would simply tell me to repent...which of course I'd have to shoot them too.
I'm normally not afraid of anything but the thought of being alone scares the shit out of me, maybe that's why I sit here all day everyday listening to silence. I sit here watching a digital needle sweep radio channels hoping that I can find someone else in all this madness. I get excited even if I hear the emergency broadcast system still running, at least it means someone was there to push the button. Maybe after I kill Fran I'll leave the other two here to die and set out on my own. There were six million people in this city there cant be only four left that statistically impossible. I don't know where I'd go, maybe west to the Airforce and Army bases in San Antonio or maybe south to the Coast Guard and Reserve air reserve base of Ellington field.
I need to work it out and get my mind straight before I do something drastic and potentially stupid. I want to live through this and I want to fight it as best I can but I do so hate that woman with fiber of my being. I doubt I could find more pleasure than ringing her neck with my bare hands but I will leave her to her "Gods" punishment, if it wants her to suffer then shell be eaten alive or come back as one of them (in which case I'll get to kill her twice). If it is merciful like shes says shell die in the fall.

Either way I don't really care I just cant wait to get out of his chair.