Christ. I'm still shaking. It's got to be early or middle December. I've been keeping away from civilization. The newscasts are down although there's still spotty Cell phone reception and internet. I decided to do some scavenging... I killed two people. Not the ghouls, not the creatures... two humans. I didn't want to do it. I found a small gas station/grocery store. I popped the hatch where tankers fill up and started siphoning fuel when I heard some voices. It was a man and a woman. The woman was bossing the man, who looked like he was wounded. The pair of them came around the building. She had a pistol, he had a bow slung on his back. His forearm was bandaged and there was fresh blood on the bandage. They stopped when they saw me. I had my AK. I didn't want to kill them. There was plenty of gas and I didn't need the food in the store, at least not a lot of it. Before I could say anything she raised her pistol, so I shot. Three rounds, just a two second tap on my trigger. She flew back into the man, blood everywhere. The man stood there, then bent for her pistol. I fired once, hitting him in the head. He went down, dead instantly. I started to shake then, slinging my gun, I grabbed my crowbar and smashed both their skulls. I searched them. Her pistol had no bullets and his arrows were target ones. They wouldn't have punctured my vest! Why didn't they talk? Why? I dragged their bodies away, then took all the gas I could fit in my SUV and the canisters I had. There wasn't much food in the store, so I took all the canned goods that were left. I put the hatch back in place. There's no telling how much gas is still there.
I'm back in my hideout. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight. I killed those two people... why didn't they talk? Why?