Unlucky Survivor Entry 3
Entry 3 May 6, 2016
I've been really busy looking after Ally and working on the truck lately, so I forgot to write. I guess I'll just go over what happened the past three days.
Well, on the 4th, Ally and I had to make a run for supplies, which I am greatly regretting now. We found a Wallgreens about half a mile from the shop, so we dropped in with a shopping cart and loaded up on medical supplies. There wasn't much left though. We were unlucky enough to find a small box of antibiotics, half empty in the storage for the store. Along with some medical patches and tape. There wasn't much food left that we could eat. A lot of the shelves were tipped over, so it was hard to find anything. Ally and I tried to lift a couple of the shelves to see what was under them, but we only managed to find beauty supplies. Ally grabbed a few cans of hair spray and makeup. She insisted that she could still look pretty for me.
After that, we dug around in a few houses near the Wallgree
Unlucky Survivor Entry 2
Entry 2 May 3, 2016
Another boring ass day in shithole of the world it is now. I worked on the truck for a bit, while Ally slept in on the bed up top in the loft. She woke up once or twice and with a pissed off look on her face. I think it was because I was cutting metal today, so the saw was making a screeching sound the whole time along with the generator making noise. Though I guess that was good way to make her get up and make us lunch. We had a nice big can of pork and beans. Though, I had to keep making jokes about it and sounding like a cowboy. Ally laughed a few times, though I don't know if she was in much of a mood for it today. I always tell her, laughter makes the world seem a little less dark.
Anyway, where was I yesterday? Oh yea, we where barracked in Ally's apartment. So, we were stranded for at least half a month in Ally's small as apartment. I think we may have played every game known to man during that time. Every day, the news would come on at 8 in the morning to 8
Unlucky Survivor Entry 1
Entry 1 May 2, 2016
I found this journal in an abandoned office supply store, so I figure I may as well use it. Like it makes a difference though. No one's going to read it other than me, though for how long even? If someone does mange to find this, one without flesh dripping from their teeth preferably, I hope you make it farther than me. My days have been good so far, but I know I still have a long road ahead of me.
Anyway, before I explain to you my current situation, here in this abandoned garage, I may want to tell you who I am and what the hell happened here.
As you may have already guessed by the stench of rooting flesh and damp burnt buildings, heaven got dragged to hell. We all knew shit would hit the fan; it was just a matter of waiting for it to happen as we all gathered around our TV's listening to the President say it. I assume you where one of those people who ran to their nearest super market and began buying up the place. Figures Well, I was