March 22nd 2022

  10:33am

  So, as it turns out, blood stains are really hard to wash out of clothes.

  I spent the st couple days making an effort to scavenge for cleaning supplies, which I very much succeeded in doing. The only problem is that without a functioning plumbing system, I have to wash everything by hand.

  Yeah, imagine trying to hand wash clothes in these trying times with only one arm that isn’t sore as shit.

  I had to find new clothes. It’s one thing that my totally not stolen sweater has unrelenting stains on it, but it’s another when there’s a gaping hole in it from where that guy’s knife stabbed me.

  Luckily, the previous owner of my hideout left behind plenty of spare jackets and sweaters. Fucking ugly as hell but they’re clean and not peppered with holes.

  We love fashion in this household.

  Other than that, I haven’t really been up to much to warrant writing it down. I’m even struggling just to write even now.

  I can use my arm fully again. Yay? That’s something, right?

  4:47pm

  What a mess.

  I just got back from another mission impossible scavenge mission to find more real food, and on the way back down the street to my hideout, it’s just… bodies everywhere.

  I know that I cleared this area during the st week, but, it’s almost like I don’t remember doing so?

  It’s kind of like a- ‘Oh, I really did this. I’m really her’ moment.

  6:19pm

  Thinking about it now, I really wanted to meet someone. To find another survivor like myself so we could share our experiences, really vibe it out together.

  I’d be happy sharing food and the like, I really would.

  But today, I was quickly reminded of why that’s just a pipe dream. And no, not because I remembered about being stabbed. I came across a couple people and not a mumbly.

  I heard gun shots further into town. Normally, I’d avoid the sound of guns going off, but I followed the sound. Hard not to, it was extremely loud to the point my ears were nearly ringing.

  I pyed it safe. I kept low and stuck to fences and the side of buildings while I watched what was going on.

  These guys were clearing out a small group of mumbles in and outside of a hardware store, packing things they found inside their big hiking backpacks.

  I know stranger danger is a thing, but I just really wanted to talk to someone.

  I waited until they stopped shooting, when things settled down before I called out to them. I peeked out from behind a fence and shouted if they’re alright, and to please not shoot me that I’m just passing by. Things like that.

  Their reaction was about as subtle as a flying brick to the face. They turned their guns on me.

  Not sure what they were saying, but they clearly weren’t happy to see another person besides them.

  I kept trying to talk to them. There’s no need to be hostile here! We’re all people just trying to survive!

  It didn’t work.

  A bullet whizzed by my face. My right ear is bleeding.

  All I remember is screaming and running.

  I think they chased after me, but I ran behind the houses, jumped a fence or two. It all just happened so fast, but I’m back home safely. Hopefully they didn’t follow me all this way.

  But whatever. I’m done with people.

  Who needs friends when you now have a dozen cans of vienna sausages and an open fire inside your house?

  The cold never bothered me anyway, bitch.