Being Alone (Part 4)

*been awhile but i'm back*

Dear Diary,

The name is Colin. Well i think thats my name havent heard it inawhile and havent said it.

The secluded feeling is really getting to me. . . . i think i'm going crazy. I'v done some really stupid things in the past few days being stuck in this precinct. Just last night I turned on every light on my floor just so i could see. I'v been very jumpy recently to at every noise even the squek of the wood floors under my own feet make me jump and twist and see whats around. Which alsways turns out to just be me and my imagination or insanity or whatever is you call it now a days. In fact in a world like this i think there is no more imagination and no more insanity no more anything this is just you thats it!

Gah shit back on track now!

Well the past few days have been slow. The knocking is still at the door i wanna open it just to see what is behind it and shut it up cause the constant pounding is driving me even more crazy! I'v went higher into the building and even ventured to the roof. .. . . .  yea about the roof i will never go up there again not EVER!!!!  That is where obviously people tried to hide out and hope for air rescue (which never came obviously)  all the bodies just rotting away some self inflicted wounds others look to be bite marks like the dead finally got threw.. . . poor fucks never knew what happen. but i consider them the lucky ones.They dont have to live in this hell hole I call home now.

I still kick myself daily for coming into the city, fucking short cut my ass!!!

But to hell with it all i'm leaving tomorrow and thats that.

Well i'm putting it up for the night.

This is Colin signing off.

P.S.

I found an old CB radio earlier gonna try broadcasting on that a little hoping to find others in the city. i'm so tired of being alone