April 15th 2022

  It’s sunny and cloudy

  I drew a cute little calendar on some paper, colored with my glitter pens and decorated with some stickers. It’s hanging up on the wall next to the front door, helps me remember the date.

  What day is it, though? I’m not sure. These days, it’s only daylight, less daylight then no daylight.

  Maybe it’s Wednesday? Yeah. Let’s go with Wednesday!

  I try to wear pink almost every day, but that’s besides the point. I totally didn’t just find an excuse to use this adorable sticker. Definitely not.

  My friend didn’t wake up.

  It was sad, sure, but it was expected, y’know? He was weak, not eating and I’m in no way a medical professional. There’s no hospitals here.

  I covered him in a bnket and buried him in the neighbor’s yard. If I buried him in mine, it’d make a mess. The mumblies would probably dig up what’s left and eat him. Ew, not on my wn.

  It’s gotten really quiet here. Even the mumblies barely talk anymore. I don’t like it.

  Dusk. I hear crickets

  Over the st few days, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

  Think it’s time I started exploring the rest of town. First stop, the rest of the houses on this street! I’ve only been into a couple of them, including my own, since I never felt like dealing with all the barricaded doors and windows.

  You can never have too many supplies. And boy could I use more cleaning materials, pots, and clothes. Most of the stuff I have has gotten so dirty, I just can’t use them anymore.

  Especially the clothes. The amount of stains I accumuted is ridiculous. I am NOT going outside looking like I’m homeless and abusing drugs. I need to be presentable.

  Pitch Bck

  I checked out my neighbor’s house first.

  I must be psychic because I brought along my crowbar, thinking I’d need it and I was very correct in that assumption. This house had all the doors boarded up, and I mean ALL the doors. Like, the ones inside too? Weird.

  It took a hot minute, but I got everything off. And my goodness, the master bedroom was an absolute travesty. It looks like someone tossed a grenade in there for Christ's sake.

  Just, blood stains and old, rotting limbs everywhere. One guy on the bed, practically a flesh mummy that stank to high heavens. I almost felt sick.

  But! The good news is, this dude, or, whatever they are, had some great sweaters and jackets in the closet. I’m talking like, name brand.

  If I give them a lil ‘ol wash in the bucket and dry them during non blood storm days, I’ll have some decent new clothes. I don’t even mind that they’re a bit bigger than me.

  On my way back home to drop everything off, the mumblies upstairs were being loud again. Why is it always when I’m in a good mood that they have to be annoying?

  I’m so tired of cleaning up messes all the time. What am I, a maid?

  I need new friends.