his report and the broadcast went dead. It wasn’t as earth shattering to me as it had been the day before. I guess I’m getting jaded easier these days.
I made lunch and then went through my book shelves looking for two books in particular. After an hour of searching I found them. They were; Paul Miller’s Boom , a book on manufacturing homemade explosives, and How to Make Disposable Silencers , by Flores. I bought them both years ago in my more paranoid days and hadn’t thought about them until just the other day. I went through Flores’ book and made a list of materials I will need.
It’s 11:30pm and, while I still feel like shit, I’m reasonably certain I’m not infected. I took my temperature so many times today that the battery in my electronic thermometer went dead. I was 98 degrees pretty consistently all day.
I had planned to let Chloe outside to take her chances if I got any worse. I didn’t want her to starve to death inside if I turned, or worse, get eaten by me. I’m pretty sure the lack of sleep and stress are the reasons for my cold.
The Infected are still across the street, wailing and making a ruckus. They are interested in something there. The last thing I did before making this entry was to string some white mini Christmas lights up in my bedroom. Sleeping in the dark is creeping me out. I haven’t had to use a nightlight since I was ten.
DAY 12
I slept terribly last night.
Although the Christmas lights were comforting, the moans and noises made from the Infected across the street were seriously disturbing. I peeked out the front window again and there are more of them than yesterday. I’ve counted fifteen so far. In a rare (and brief) moment of silence, I swore I faintly heard some kind of New Age Hindu music coming from somewhere.
I can’t imagine Dawn and Jon are still home. I haven’t seen any movement from any of my neighbor’s houses in almost two weeks. Whatever those things are so attracted to is a mystery that’s going to have to wait until later for me to look into.
My cold is still persisting but doesn’t seem to be getting any worse. I scrounged through my medicine cabinet and found some decongestants. Hopefully they will help me function a little better. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that I am losing weight.
By contrast, Chloe is getting fat. Lack of exercise is our problem. I vowed to do something about that myself. As for Chloe, if I take her out for a run we’re both likely to get more exercise than we need if those things find us.
I struggled through my regular regime of stretching, 130 push-ups, two sets of 20 pull-ups, and 130 abdominal crunches. I don’t remember being quite so winded in the past. Of course, there’s the fact that I haven’t exercised in over two weeks, I’m sick as a dog, and I’m not sleeping because I’m in constant fear for my life that I’m going to get eaten. I will stay in shape from here on out, regardless. As for Chloe, I will hopefully find a solution for her soon.
While I was making breakfast, I looked out my kitchen window and spied two rats running across the top of my fence. I remembered the pellet pistol I had found and raced into my bedroom to retrieve it.
By the time I got it, remembered where I had put the Tic Tac box full of pellets, loaded the weapon and went out to confront the disgusting little creatures they were long gone. I hate rats. I put the pistol on my kitchen table where I will have easier access to it next time. I fed Chloe the eggs that had burned while I was out chasing rats.
My plan for today is to make a trip to the Do It Center for supplies to make sound suppressors for most of my weapons.
My list of copper tubing, PVC pipes and end caps, hose clamps, window screen materials, rubber gaskets, and several other items should easily get filled there. There are a few other things I need as well.
I went up on to my roof and carefully looked over the peak and across the street. It looks like a
I made lunch and then went through my book shelves looking for two books in particular. After an hour of searching I found them. They were; Paul Miller’s Boom , a book on manufacturing homemade explosives, and How to Make Disposable Silencers , by Flores. I bought them both years ago in my more paranoid days and hadn’t thought about them until just the other day. I went through Flores’ book and made a list of materials I will need.
It’s 11:30pm and, while I still feel like shit, I’m reasonably certain I’m not infected. I took my temperature so many times today that the battery in my electronic thermometer went dead. I was 98 degrees pretty consistently all day.
I had planned to let Chloe outside to take her chances if I got any worse. I didn’t want her to starve to death inside if I turned, or worse, get eaten by me. I’m pretty sure the lack of sleep and stress are the reasons for my cold.
The Infected are still across the street, wailing and making a ruckus. They are interested in something there. The last thing I did before making this entry was to string some white mini Christmas lights up in my bedroom. Sleeping in the dark is creeping me out. I haven’t had to use a nightlight since I was ten.
DAY 12
I slept terribly last night.
Although the Christmas lights were comforting, the moans and noises made from the Infected across the street were seriously disturbing. I peeked out the front window again and there are more of them than yesterday. I’ve counted fifteen so far. In a rare (and brief) moment of silence, I swore I faintly heard some kind of New Age Hindu music coming from somewhere.
I can’t imagine Dawn and Jon are still home. I haven’t seen any movement from any of my neighbor’s houses in almost two weeks. Whatever those things are so attracted to is a mystery that’s going to have to wait until later for me to look into.
My cold is still persisting but doesn’t seem to be getting any worse. I scrounged through my medicine cabinet and found some decongestants. Hopefully they will help me function a little better. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that I am losing weight.
By contrast, Chloe is getting fat. Lack of exercise is our problem. I vowed to do something about that myself. As for Chloe, if I take her out for a run we’re both likely to get more exercise than we need if those things find us.
I struggled through my regular regime of stretching, 130 push-ups, two sets of 20 pull-ups, and 130 abdominal crunches. I don’t remember being quite so winded in the past. Of course, there’s the fact that I haven’t exercised in over two weeks, I’m sick as a dog, and I’m not sleeping because I’m in constant fear for my life that I’m going to get eaten. I will stay in shape from here on out, regardless. As for Chloe, I will hopefully find a solution for her soon.
While I was making breakfast, I looked out my kitchen window and spied two rats running across the top of my fence. I remembered the pellet pistol I had found and raced into my bedroom to retrieve it.
By the time I got it, remembered where I had put the Tic Tac box full of pellets, loaded the weapon and went out to confront the disgusting little creatures they were long gone. I hate rats. I put the pistol on my kitchen table where I will have easier access to it next time. I fed Chloe the eggs that had burned while I was out chasing rats.
My plan for today is to make a trip to the Do It Center for supplies to make sound suppressors for most of my weapons.
My list of copper tubing, PVC pipes and end caps, hose clamps, window screen materials, rubber gaskets, and several other items should easily get filled there. There are a few other things I need as well.
I went up on to my roof and carefully looked over the peak and across the street. It looks like a
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