Food etc...

It’s been a while since I wrote anything here. I suppose that’s not surprising, all things considered.

Food has become a problem. There is a distinct lack of the stuff. The cupboard is growing bare rapidly and it means one thing - either I go outside or I starve to death.

I suppose I’m lucky in some respects. The electricity is still working otherwise I’d be stumbling around in the dark. The gas also works so I’m able to cook.

Unlike the food, which I can account for, I have no idea how much longer the gas or electricity will stay on and the water could go at any time. The city looks darker each night when I look out the window. There are fewer pools of light out there, fewer signs of other survivors. Fuck…

I can’t do this.

Sometimes I shit myself.

I wake up and I feel that horrible warmth in my boxers and I know it’s happened again. Thankfully I’ve only done it once while awake. That happened right at the start, when the world went insane.

When I look out at the city 20 metres below me, the window cracked open to the night, I like to think nothing has happened. Everything seems so peaceful. No traffic, no drunken shouts, no sirens. Just silence.

Then I hear a moan or the dull thud of a wheelie bin toppling. Sometimes I hear a scream…or the liquid sound. The ripping sound is the worst. I cry every time I hear it.

I need to calm down.

……………

Calm.

I think I can tell it now.

One day I was a normal person, doing a boring job, the next I was beating my neighbour to death with a saucepan.

Let me elaborate: the world ended. Strange creatures, most probably undead human beings, invaded the city and began to systematically eat everyone and anyone alive. I assume they were zombies because the ones I saw looked rotten as fuck and the way they ripped people apart…well, it was a bit of a giveaway.

I don’t want to involve myself in a circular argument about the causes of the Apocalypse, and as I’m effectively writing to myself on this blog I’m going to continue with my undead / zombie theory until proved otherwise. If you don’t like it then you can kiss my shit-ridden pants.

Or you can post comments.

I need to eat something now. Its getting dark outside and I need to check the barricades. I hope they don’t hear me checking tonight. They always try to break in when they know I’m here. Luckily they have short memories.