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had to do that.
The photos went into a big album I found. I titled it: Friends! I would page through it on occasion when I was bored and didn’t feel like reading. I only note it here because I wonder, was I this weird before the end of the world or did this just happen to me because of the end of the world?
I still don’t really know.
Another surprise for me was how many of my neighbors had some form of recreational drugs in their houses. I found two good sized bags of marijuana and a baggie of what I believed to be cocaine. I took all three and also any type of medicine I could find. I began using the pot on occasion but was too scared to try the white powder. I made a section for all of it somewhere in my house.
All precisely inventoried and organized.
The trouble with having all that stuff was the prospect of losing it or having it taken from me by bad guys. I needed to reinforce the doors and windows with sturdier wood. I thought I could install bars for the doors in the front and back but still I wanted to do something to discourage looters if there were any.
There almost had to be looters out there still. Hell, I was a looter. It only stood to reason there were others like me just waiting to hit the mother lode in my house.
From a can of red paint, I painted a big red X on all the houses I’d cleared including my own, hoping if the looters came they would think all the houses were picked clean of anything useful and move on without looking. They would probably look anyway but maybe I would get lucky.
I was in and out throughout the day but aside from the zombies I’d found trapped in houses, I didn’t see any others wandering around.
Again, I wondered if they were dying off for real somewhere but had no real desire to go looking for the answer. I was going to take it slow.
I had my fire that night and burned a lot of shit, enjoying the peace and warmth of the blaze for hours until it burned out and I went inside to sleep.
The next morning I decided it was time to take care of those bodies. I knew they weren’t going to bury themselves.
But to my exasperated surprise they were all gone just like the first time. The only body on my block was mine. It wasn’t the first time since this started that I wondered if I wasn’t losing my mind.
I decided to put a pin in it and just get drunk that day.
That day turned into a three day bender after which I realized how important it was to have some kind of manageable restroom situation. Drinking like that leads to unpleasant things.
It took another two days to clean my house. This was five continuous days with no new zombie sightings and no explanation for who had taken those bodies.
It was time to branch out.
Plus I was super lonely, the romance novels were just making things worse.
Chapter 13
“The Evil and the Undead”
For some absurd reason I decided to wait until dark that night before going out for my first post-apocalyptic drive.
As dusk drew near, I once again dressed in my dark marauder outfit and made for the garage to check on my car. Seeing it now reminded me of me of my dad. I wondered for the millionth time what happened to me that night. More specifically, what he did to me.
My father had filled it with gas before putting it in the garage and I had three quarters of a tank left from my unfruitful trip down Central Avenue. Something to think about but not worry about for the time being. Eventually, I would
The photos went into a big album I found. I titled it: Friends! I would page through it on occasion when I was bored and didn’t feel like reading. I only note it here because I wonder, was I this weird before the end of the world or did this just happen to me because of the end of the world?
I still don’t really know.
Another surprise for me was how many of my neighbors had some form of recreational drugs in their houses. I found two good sized bags of marijuana and a baggie of what I believed to be cocaine. I took all three and also any type of medicine I could find. I began using the pot on occasion but was too scared to try the white powder. I made a section for all of it somewhere in my house.
All precisely inventoried and organized.
The trouble with having all that stuff was the prospect of losing it or having it taken from me by bad guys. I needed to reinforce the doors and windows with sturdier wood. I thought I could install bars for the doors in the front and back but still I wanted to do something to discourage looters if there were any.
There almost had to be looters out there still. Hell, I was a looter. It only stood to reason there were others like me just waiting to hit the mother lode in my house.
From a can of red paint, I painted a big red X on all the houses I’d cleared including my own, hoping if the looters came they would think all the houses were picked clean of anything useful and move on without looking. They would probably look anyway but maybe I would get lucky.
I was in and out throughout the day but aside from the zombies I’d found trapped in houses, I didn’t see any others wandering around.
Again, I wondered if they were dying off for real somewhere but had no real desire to go looking for the answer. I was going to take it slow.
I had my fire that night and burned a lot of shit, enjoying the peace and warmth of the blaze for hours until it burned out and I went inside to sleep.
The next morning I decided it was time to take care of those bodies. I knew they weren’t going to bury themselves.
But to my exasperated surprise they were all gone just like the first time. The only body on my block was mine. It wasn’t the first time since this started that I wondered if I wasn’t losing my mind.
I decided to put a pin in it and just get drunk that day.
That day turned into a three day bender after which I realized how important it was to have some kind of manageable restroom situation. Drinking like that leads to unpleasant things.
It took another two days to clean my house. This was five continuous days with no new zombie sightings and no explanation for who had taken those bodies.
It was time to branch out.
Plus I was super lonely, the romance novels were just making things worse.
Chapter 13
“The Evil and the Undead”
For some absurd reason I decided to wait until dark that night before going out for my first post-apocalyptic drive.
As dusk drew near, I once again dressed in my dark marauder outfit and made for the garage to check on my car. Seeing it now reminded me of me of my dad. I wondered for the millionth time what happened to me that night. More specifically, what he did to me.
My father had filled it with gas before putting it in the garage and I had three quarters of a tank left from my unfruitful trip down Central Avenue. Something to think about but not worry about for the time being. Eventually, I would
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