Journal of Me

Journal of November 1st of 2009

Two years ago to this exact date the NY papers headlined some guards at the Saint Teresa Quarantine Camp saying they had lost some zombies, Bullshit! I’m now in a small group and am not on watch all the time or I would’ve started this sooner.

To summarize my last two years it’s be hellish, I was all alone since November, 29th of 2007, that’s been almost two years that’s when I was separated from my family. I’ve tried to find them, putting flyers up everywhere I went, I try to update them at lease once or twice a month.

I’ve seen many perish in front of me, friends from school, neighbors, and total strangers being ripped apart limb by limb in the most horrific death ever imagined. I’ve tried to save lives but I’m always too late, I see them bleed wildly and hear their screams of pain and agony.

I’ve established my shelter at a small three story apartment building with six separate housings. I reinforced it with the help of a local Menards and Farm King. Here there isn’t many rescoures, it’s small and slightly farmer. The first level is nothing important, the second floor just random storage, the third is my main living area, and I will probably give more detail on how I did it later.

I’m surprised by the fact that I haven’t died by eating nothing but canned food and shitty grown vegetables, I don’t think me boiling the nasty tap water and filtering it through a coffee filter, really helps? But it sometimes tastes a little better. Instant coffee makes it better, and I also times have Milk it’s either powder or condensed.

I’m just fucking half assed Amazed, I’m still alive. I used to think life was shitty before but now it’s hellish to a point where suicide actually looks like a good future, but lately everything’s getting better since I met these two guys, Stephen and James. I met them about two weeks ago wondering around, skipping and singing so gaily. I got their attention by throwing dirty water balloons at them from the second floor.

They looked so funny running around dodging them, I told them to strip so I would be able to see if they have been bitten or have any other wounds that needed bandaging. They did it way to eagerly. I’ve welcome them so I can rest without worry.

I try to make the best of my situation, I couldn’t tell you the day of the week but I’ve kept track after the calendars’ have ended in 08’ I try to celebrate all the same holidays that I did with my family. I celebrate with little trinkets and artificial trees.

It’s my time to do the laundry and dishes and stand guard and inventory till tomorrow if there is one. I love being with these boys I don’t have to be on my guard all the time.