I’m hiding in a two story house which has plenty of trees and bushes around it to keep anyone from seeing me. It’s not a bad spot and the previous owners must have left in a hurry as there is a little food and clothes left in the house. I have started barricading the doors and windows as much as possible. I don’t want to use a hammer and nails as I am afraid the noise will attract the Zombies. I don’t really know the city well but that what I get for being on holidays at the end. So far I have been able to run from every Zombie I’ve seen but that can’t last I am eventually going to run out of food and so I will need to start venturing out more and more. I thought I heard some people talking earlier but when went to look there was no one around. I think I’m better off alone anyway I always think other people only slow you down. I always feel if anyone is going to get me killed I would rather it was me. I think it would be a bad way to go knowing if only you hadn’t relied on this other person the door would have been closed properly or you would never have blindly run into dead end alley. I know as a rule they say humans were not meant to live alone but I guess there is an exception to every rule. That’s me the exception. I’m the person who turned up at a bus tour the day the world ended and sat in the tour office for two hours oblivious to the fact the city was tearing itself apart around me. And at the end of the day I am just annoyed that no one showed up who could give me a refund.
Journal entry two. Don’t go crazy.
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