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resolution.” When the government tells you to start praying, that’s when it’s time to worry.
The paper also contained several “exclusive” photographs. One particular image has burned itself onto my mind. It shows a creature that looks like an enormous shark with six or eight crab-like appendages extending out of its underbelly. The caption says it washed up on the shore of Newfoundland. In the bottom left corner of the picture, a trio of kids can been seen poking the shark thing with a stick.
December 13
It’s raining outside. The sound it’s making on the corrugated tin roof makes me feels like I’m living inside a Jamaican drum. I thought I heard a dog barking last night, but it might have been a dream.
Speak of dreams, I had a real doozy last night. Dreamed I was talking to God on the telephone. We made small talk for a little while, then I started telling Him about everything that was going on right now—the tentacles, the ramblers, the shark-crabs (or crab-sharks, if you like). He seemed genuinely concerned, but right before he was about to speak, I heard a click.
“Call waiting,” He said. “Can you hold on?”
Then I woke up.
Can you hold on?
December 14
Heard the barking again last night. It’s not a dream. I know because I had just woken up from one. Could be a dog out there, maybe even a wolf.
In the dream I was having another telephone conversation with the Lord Almighty. This time He answered the phone with “Complaint Department, how may I help you?”
I told him that cities are burning, tentacles are tearing people apart, and the dead have risen and are eating the living.
When I was finished, I heard Him blow air over the receiver. “Holy moly,” He said. “Would you like some cheese with that whine?”
I asked him if there was another god, a
caring
g
od, who I could speak with instead.
“All the gods are busy,” He told me. “They’re sleeping.”
(later)
Let sleeping gods lie.
Is that funny or have I been in this warehouse too long?
December 17
Feeling better today. Things were getting a little scary there for a while. Cabin fever, I guess. I scoffed at it before, but now I am converted, praise God, hallelujah!
Did I tell you that Barney died? I stopped by his trailer on my way out of town. I banged on his door, the one with the CASA BARNEY sign, but he didn’t answer. I went inside and found him lying on the bedroom floor, naked except for a pair of underwear. There was an empty bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand. I was going to ask him to come with me, but I guess he didn’t want to go anywhere with anyone. I covered him with a blanket. On my way out, I saw his Garand rifle propped in one corner. I took it with me.
No happy ending for Barney. Mine is still under consideration, ha-ha. Sitting in my hammock helps me forget about things. For a little while anyway. It’s nice to be outside without having to look over my shoulder every two seconds. The view leaves something to be desired, but it’s better than nothing.
I’d very much like to see a train.
December 18
Good news and bad news today.
The bad news is that the ramblers have found me. The same group of five I saw outside the deli.
The good news is that I’ve reduced their number to three. Had my rifle with me (like your American Express card, you should never leave home without it) and managed to pop two of them before they could get too close. Barricaded the door with a couple of crates, and that seemed to hold.
The bastards were standing together on the south side of the warehouse, in the spot where I’ve been finding the newspapers. Like they were waiting for me to show up.
December 20
Going to do a little Christmas shopping today. Got up early and watched the sunrise from my “backyard.” Almost felt like a normal morning, except for the two dead shamblers on the ground about fifty yards away. I’ve got to get rid of the bodies, but I don’t dare touch them with my bare hands.
The paper also contained several “exclusive” photographs. One particular image has burned itself onto my mind. It shows a creature that looks like an enormous shark with six or eight crab-like appendages extending out of its underbelly. The caption says it washed up on the shore of Newfoundland. In the bottom left corner of the picture, a trio of kids can been seen poking the shark thing with a stick.
December 13
It’s raining outside. The sound it’s making on the corrugated tin roof makes me feels like I’m living inside a Jamaican drum. I thought I heard a dog barking last night, but it might have been a dream.
Speak of dreams, I had a real doozy last night. Dreamed I was talking to God on the telephone. We made small talk for a little while, then I started telling Him about everything that was going on right now—the tentacles, the ramblers, the shark-crabs (or crab-sharks, if you like). He seemed genuinely concerned, but right before he was about to speak, I heard a click.
“Call waiting,” He said. “Can you hold on?”
Then I woke up.
Can you hold on?
December 14
Heard the barking again last night. It’s not a dream. I know because I had just woken up from one. Could be a dog out there, maybe even a wolf.
In the dream I was having another telephone conversation with the Lord Almighty. This time He answered the phone with “Complaint Department, how may I help you?”
I told him that cities are burning, tentacles are tearing people apart, and the dead have risen and are eating the living.
When I was finished, I heard Him blow air over the receiver. “Holy moly,” He said. “Would you like some cheese with that whine?”
I asked him if there was another god, a
caring
g
od, who I could speak with instead.
“All the gods are busy,” He told me. “They’re sleeping.”
(later)
Let sleeping gods lie.
Is that funny or have I been in this warehouse too long?
December 17
Feeling better today. Things were getting a little scary there for a while. Cabin fever, I guess. I scoffed at it before, but now I am converted, praise God, hallelujah!
Did I tell you that Barney died? I stopped by his trailer on my way out of town. I banged on his door, the one with the CASA BARNEY sign, but he didn’t answer. I went inside and found him lying on the bedroom floor, naked except for a pair of underwear. There was an empty bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand. I was going to ask him to come with me, but I guess he didn’t want to go anywhere with anyone. I covered him with a blanket. On my way out, I saw his Garand rifle propped in one corner. I took it with me.
No happy ending for Barney. Mine is still under consideration, ha-ha. Sitting in my hammock helps me forget about things. For a little while anyway. It’s nice to be outside without having to look over my shoulder every two seconds. The view leaves something to be desired, but it’s better than nothing.
I’d very much like to see a train.
December 18
Good news and bad news today.
The bad news is that the ramblers have found me. The same group of five I saw outside the deli.
The good news is that I’ve reduced their number to three. Had my rifle with me (like your American Express card, you should never leave home without it) and managed to pop two of them before they could get too close. Barricaded the door with a couple of crates, and that seemed to hold.
The bastards were standing together on the south side of the warehouse, in the spot where I’ve been finding the newspapers. Like they were waiting for me to show up.
December 20
Going to do a little Christmas shopping today. Got up early and watched the sunrise from my “backyard.” Almost felt like a normal morning, except for the two dead shamblers on the ground about fifty yards away. I’ve got to get rid of the bodies, but I don’t dare touch them with my bare hands.
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