Jesus Christ it was hot today.

Lenny and I were going stir crazy holing ourselves up in that goddamn high school building so we went out to look for some food. We made it Over onto West Main St., and then it just started to smell like ass. I mean absolutely awful. It was like a pile of burning rotting flesh and vomit that somebody pissed all over to put out.

Neither of us were ballsy enough to look for whatever the hell the ungodly source of it was, but it was probably something we would've wanted to see.

Shit gets to you in the head. Loose limbs, bile, blood, piss and shit, dead humans, dead kids.... dogs, cats, birds, rats, dead mutants, bullets, syringes, any fucking thing you could imagine, just out in the streets.

People went batshit after the government just gave up. They held out for a little, God bless them, but the moment they closed all the schools and the hospitals and stopped infrastructure and paying workers.... Fucking berserk.

That's when everybody knew they were screwed.

Food ran out, crime went wild... My windows got all smashed up. I remember that shit. Didn't ask for any of this shit.

I mean... It's the zombie apocalypse we all read about in those shitty books. And the same crap we saw in those "best of the year!" movies. Seriously it's another day another dead guy.

...don't you feel like every movie called itself "best of the year?"

Whatever. Fuck it.

I need to go to church pretty soon. This shits getting to me more than ever. Not to mention we're down to 4 cans of beans and 2 bottles of flat Pepsi. Gotta find some Advil, too.

Shit... Today sucked.

- Ross

Satisfied. I felt satisfied. 

This satisfaction doubled... no tripled, as I saw the evening news headlines flash on the T.V. in the corner.

"Woman, 24, Killed in home"

I mean for what she did to me she deserved it, right? It's not like this wasn't justified. It was indisputable. Obviously. I couldn't question that one bit.

My only regret was killing her secretly; she hadn't known it was me. I wish I got to see the look on her face when she realized the last thing she'd ever see would be me... Why the hell hadn't I just stood in front of her... She hadn't suffered enough.

I wasn't always like this, you know. I grew up learning in a top notch private school. Nationally ranked even. We went to church every week, too. I'd been confirmed and everything! Zachary was my patron saint.

Hah. The saint of Peace....

I guess we all start somewhere, right?