Its official, I'm Bored

And thats basically why this diary will exist. Its not for posteriety or anything as magnimonious as that. Its cold and windy outside and i dont have anything better to do. Its also been one year to the day since the zombie outbreak. Ill do this as often as i can.

A year. Ouch. I just realized how long a year is. Its taken probably 20 years off my life. Hey we all die someday right?

A little backstory. I was an employee of a lotery/amusement company. i did routes, fixed machines etc etc. it was a good job for this podunk town. When the outbreak began i was out of town on an overnight route. As always, with all the money i caried on a collection route i was armed, thank god. I had finished my route and headd back into town. the large number of police on the big bridge should have been a clue. I was one of the last trucks into town and pretty much my local commercial plates and the fact i know the sheriff personally that got me across. two of Jensens trucks came across behind me and they blew the bridge. That woke me up. The twelve blocks to the shop were covered in record time. There were several bodies on the street and a shit-ton of expended brass. i saw at least two burning houses with firetrucks near them and one burned-out car that was still smoldering.

the shop was deserted, roll up doors open. Strangely there wasnt anything missing. normally if we left a door open stuff dissapeared in short order. even my tool boxes were still there. unfortunantly so were several bodies. The boss and his wife, and the old couple who lived in the upstairs apartments were in the back courtyard. They appeared to have been eating the owner of the bar next door. All had been shot repeatedly.

Now i was a fiction lover for years. id read my share of Zomibe fiction novels. i always dismissed them as impossible. Well, i was wrong. the proof was in the fact of the one remaining co-worker that was still wandering around the back courtyard. he had an arm that he was contentedly chewing on. when i opened the back door and yelled at him, he dropped the arm, growled and charged. i slammed the door and ran like hell for my pack. I jd just puled out the glock when he bashed in the back door. He moved slowly but it was fast enough. He was less than twen feet away when i opened fire. i gave him three rounds center of mass and it never fazed him. the next two went into his forehead. that did the trick. he dropped like a sack of shit. I immediatly went to dial the police but the phones were dead and it was then i heard the familiar crackle of gunfire in other areas of town.

My work truck still had all my route stuff in it but i closed the doors and and drove to my house. More bodies and some ugly scenes id rather not relive accosted me in the thirteen block drive. it was deserted and a note on the table from ym wife stating she was heading for an adjacent town where her parents lived. she had taken one of our Ak-47s and a 9mm pistol. I hoped she had taken enough ammo. Her dad has always been a Fudd and never saw the need for my collection of AKs, ARs, and other semi auto weapons. Looks like i was geting the last laugh now.

then the entire town was rocked by a massive explosion as the engineers dropped the railroad bridge and the singing bridge simultaneously. the front house storm windows shattered and cold wind blew in. I shut the inner windows and started securing the premisis. The first thing i did was arm up.

Enough for today. im going to bed. More tomorrow.