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intended to burn it in a big bonfire. I didn’t think I’d have to worry about zombies back there. My security fence was pretty solid even with the boards Dave had borrowed.
Hell, I thought, I might get crazy and boil some water for a bath. I never got that far though, moving all that shit around had left me exhausted. By then I’d grown accustomed to my own smell anyway.
By the end of the night I’d made a pantry in the basement, in which I inventoried and organized all the goods I had into their own sections. I even had a candy section which I raided liberally throughout the day.
I stowed guns and ammunition all throughout the house in case of emergencies with the bulk of it in an empty upstairs bedroom which I formally used as an office. With most of my furniture tagged as useless, my living room was now mostly bare. I kept one comfortable chair I enjoyed sitting in and one end table.
I created a list of things to look for during my house searches that included; oil-burning lamps, candles, generators, booze, medicine and books, among other things.
Sipping from a glass of whiskey, I sat in my chair pleased with my work until I remembered winter was coming.
I wouldn’t survive a winter in Minnesota with no heat.
My life was becoming a constant blooper reel.
…
The next morning I resumed my grisly street activities with the intention to finish clearing the cul-de-sac by the end of the day.
I stared at the stupid bodies on my lawn wishing they would have disappeared in the night. I thought about including them in my bonfire knowing something would need to be done about them soon.
The remaining eight houses on my street took me a day. Four of them were easy, those neighbors had packed up and left, so their houses hadn’t been trashed.
I had it down to a science and was feeling pretty badass about my room clearing skills. Mostly I emulated cops I’d seen do it on television. Usually they had a team or at least a partner but I only had myself. This meant I was doing a lot of spin moves and rolls. A combination of stealth and luck produced another twelve zombies for the pile on my lawn. Later I would reflect on this time and consider what a douche idiot I was but that night I was a ninja.
Many of things from the list I was able to find right that same day. I outfitted my bedroom and living room with two antique oil-wick lamps I found in the house across the street. The owners had been kind enough to leave a full gallon of oil in their broom closet.
There would be light to party by tonight! By party I mean read from the box of harlequin romance novels I’d found in a closet. I had never been much of a reader but I had acquired a taste for it of late for some reason.
My good neighbors also yielded three generators to me. There were all out of gas and I needed to save what I had for my car which eventually I would need to drive if I wanted to try and find a warm place to try and survive the winter. So power would have to wait until I acquired more gas.
It was chilly out, especially at night but so far it had been livable.
From each house I entered I also took a picture from a wall or a frame on a table. I tried to pick a family photo each time.
There was usually an abundance of mail lying around, from that I jotted down names and addresses onto the backs of the photos. It irritated me when there were kids in the pictures and I couldn’t find names for them. In those cases I felt obligated to name them but I always put a question mark after the name when I
Hell, I thought, I might get crazy and boil some water for a bath. I never got that far though, moving all that shit around had left me exhausted. By then I’d grown accustomed to my own smell anyway.
By the end of the night I’d made a pantry in the basement, in which I inventoried and organized all the goods I had into their own sections. I even had a candy section which I raided liberally throughout the day.
I stowed guns and ammunition all throughout the house in case of emergencies with the bulk of it in an empty upstairs bedroom which I formally used as an office. With most of my furniture tagged as useless, my living room was now mostly bare. I kept one comfortable chair I enjoyed sitting in and one end table.
I created a list of things to look for during my house searches that included; oil-burning lamps, candles, generators, booze, medicine and books, among other things.
Sipping from a glass of whiskey, I sat in my chair pleased with my work until I remembered winter was coming.
I wouldn’t survive a winter in Minnesota with no heat.
My life was becoming a constant blooper reel.
…
The next morning I resumed my grisly street activities with the intention to finish clearing the cul-de-sac by the end of the day.
I stared at the stupid bodies on my lawn wishing they would have disappeared in the night. I thought about including them in my bonfire knowing something would need to be done about them soon.
The remaining eight houses on my street took me a day. Four of them were easy, those neighbors had packed up and left, so their houses hadn’t been trashed.
I had it down to a science and was feeling pretty badass about my room clearing skills. Mostly I emulated cops I’d seen do it on television. Usually they had a team or at least a partner but I only had myself. This meant I was doing a lot of spin moves and rolls. A combination of stealth and luck produced another twelve zombies for the pile on my lawn. Later I would reflect on this time and consider what a douche idiot I was but that night I was a ninja.
Many of things from the list I was able to find right that same day. I outfitted my bedroom and living room with two antique oil-wick lamps I found in the house across the street. The owners had been kind enough to leave a full gallon of oil in their broom closet.
There would be light to party by tonight! By party I mean read from the box of harlequin romance novels I’d found in a closet. I had never been much of a reader but I had acquired a taste for it of late for some reason.
My good neighbors also yielded three generators to me. There were all out of gas and I needed to save what I had for my car which eventually I would need to drive if I wanted to try and find a warm place to try and survive the winter. So power would have to wait until I acquired more gas.
It was chilly out, especially at night but so far it had been livable.
From each house I entered I also took a picture from a wall or a frame on a table. I tried to pick a family photo each time.
There was usually an abundance of mail lying around, from that I jotted down names and addresses onto the backs of the photos. It irritated me when there were kids in the pictures and I couldn’t find names for them. In those cases I felt obligated to name them but I always put a question mark after the name when I
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