Day 5: I barely slept a wink last night, after the antibiotics wore off the super rabies spread like mad through my body. I was running a fever of like three-hundred degrees Fahrenheit. The people at 911 wouldn't answer the phone, I think they were warned about my “prank calling”, and all the ice in the world didn't help. I finally did fall asleep for about an hour and when I woke up I was SO hungry. I went to the refrigerator to fix myself a veggie burger (a favorite among all us vegetarians) but when I ate it, it was not even close to satisfying. I think that the super rabies is affecting my judgment. Also, I look like hell this morning, just saying...
Day 6: I'm so hungry that it kept my up all night last night. You figure going on three days with no sleep that I would be dead tired but I'm not, I'm just really hungry! I went to the super market today, there is one not too far from my house. I quite enjoy not living in a big city, there was no one there at the store today. Even the clerk was gone but I left some money on the counter for the things I took. Matter of fact, now that I think about it, I haven't seen anyone around for quite a while, not since crazy, old Mrs. Simmons. I think I'll go out tomorrow and try some of the neighbor's houses and see what is going on. I have no news of things going on in the world. The news paper is not being delivered, the cable is out, along with the public channels and no one will take my calls. Something is definitely not right.
Day 7: So I went around today, knocking on doors. It's funny because ever since the other night I can't really feel much in my arms and legs. Also, that bite on my arm still hasn't healed, but it doesn't hurt anymore. So I'm knocking on these ho's doors trying to get a hold of someone who knows what the hell is going on around here and out of no where, here comes Mrs. Simmons, like dragging her gimp leg behind her. Diary you don't understand. I shot this witch, like in the face, shot this witch. And as she cam towards me I could see the wound. It wasn't bleeding anymore but I could see her bone inside the hole of torn flesh. So I picked up my gun and cocked it (this might be why the other neighbors wouldn't answer their doors) and I warned her not to come any closer! You know what she did, she just kept on coming, actually I think she picked up speed! I'm not ashamed to admit that she tackled me, however, I am ashamed to admit that I cried like a little girl when she knocked me on my butt. Not necessarily because it hurt, but because her sixty-five year old boobies ended up in my face.
Day 6: I'm so hungry that it kept my up all night last night. You figure going on three days with no sleep that I would be dead tired but I'm not, I'm just really hungry! I went to the super market today, there is one not too far from my house. I quite enjoy not living in a big city, there was no one there at the store today. Even the clerk was gone but I left some money on the counter for the things I took. Matter of fact, now that I think about it, I haven't seen anyone around for quite a while, not since crazy, old Mrs. Simmons. I think I'll go out tomorrow and try some of the neighbor's houses and see what is going on. I have no news of things going on in the world. The news paper is not being delivered, the cable is out, along with the public channels and no one will take my calls. Something is definitely not right.
Day 7: So I went around today, knocking on doors. It's funny because ever since the other night I can't really feel much in my arms and legs. Also, that bite on my arm still hasn't healed, but it doesn't hurt anymore. So I'm knocking on these ho's doors trying to get a hold of someone who knows what the hell is going on around here and out of no where, here comes Mrs. Simmons, like dragging her gimp leg behind her. Diary you don't understand. I shot this witch, like in the face, shot this witch. And as she cam towards me I could see the wound. It wasn't bleeding anymore but I could see her bone inside the hole of torn flesh. So I picked up my gun and cocked it (this might be why the other neighbors wouldn't answer their doors) and I warned her not to come any closer! You know what she did, she just kept on coming, actually I think she picked up speed! I'm not ashamed to admit that she tackled me, however, I am ashamed to admit that I cried like a little girl when she knocked me on my butt. Not necessarily because it hurt, but because her sixty-five year old boobies ended up in my face.
