March 20th 2022

  11:11am

  I think I had a pretty productive morning today!

  I decided to check out the little convenience store at the end of the road, and my god, it was a shit show.

  The doors were smashed to pieces and the windows barely even existed anymore. Gss everywhere.

  Inside was pretty much what you’d expect.

  The floor bnketed with dirt, debris, scuffed shoe prints, half-trampled candy bars and broken or exploded cans of soup.

  What wasn't absolutely ravaged and destroyed, I packed away in my bag.

  Stashed away some more cool reading material like reader's digest or top 10 ways to attract a man. If I ever find a guy out here in the wilderness, I'll totally catch his heart for sure thanks to these tips.

  Now, the real awesome part of my expedition is that when I went to check out the backroom, I found a stray pistol lying on the floor. There was a looot of blood in there too. It looked like someone kicked the gun across a pool of blood, cause there was a long trail leading up to it. Weird.

  I picked it up, wiped off the totally not tomato sauce and carefully put it in my bag. It's very loud-looking so, I definitely don't want it going off by accident and firing a hole in my ass or something.

  Not really sure if I'll ever use it. I've fired guns before, sure, at like carnivals.

  But yep, hope there's better luck at my next stop!

  I'LL FIND YOU JERKY, I SWEAR IT.

  2:03pm

  More mumblies wandering around the road.

  Yeah, that's a new name for them I came up with. Mumblies.

  Zombies is so overused, I'm original.

  Anyway, yeah, I call them that because most of 'em kinda sound like they're mumbling stuff to themselves half the time.

  I checked out a dolr store further down the road. I wasn't really expecting much to this pce, but boy was I wrong.

  The mumblies were all inside and outside the pce. A few too many for comfort, but whatever. I snuck by them pretty easily.

  Most just didn't even look my way, too busy staring off into the sunset I guess.

  I took care of them.

  Some were blocking the aisles and the door, so I just… dealt with it. Knife to the head, rinse and repeat, yadda yadda.

  I don’t even remember how many there were, honestly.

  I was stuffing more snacks into my backpack when I heard screaming.

  Like, real screaming. High-pitched shrills and cries of an actual person.

  Next thing I know, I'm dropping everything and running to the sound.

  There was a guy on the ground in the very back of the isles near the back storage room.

  He was being attacked by a couple mumbles, filing and yelling and trying to hit them with what looked like a pocket knife. He wasn’t doing too hot.

  So, I just ran over and started stabbing.

  They went down pretty fast, my knife only got stuck once but I wedged it free easily enough.

  Though, the guy backed away from me as soon as it was over.

  He stared at me, pinning himself up against the wall and breathing like he just finished a 100-mile marathon.

  I told him 'hey, you're fine now pal'

  But the look he gave me, it was like I was speaking chinese or something.

  Soon as I tried to ask if he was okay and offered him my hand to help him up, he screamed.

  He yelled at me to get away from him, and not to touch him.

  Like shit, okay, jesus christ m'guy, chill out. I was just helping, bro.

  He looked at me, then at the bodies, then back at me again.

  And then he stabbed me.

  ME. ME? RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER!

  It happened so fast I didn’t even realize what was going on until I felt the pressure.

  He missed my neck by like, an inch. Maybe less.

  If he had aimed a little higher... my god, what a lunatic!

  Anyway.

  I stumbled back and he ran. Just took off down the street, screaming the whole time.

  Fucking rude.

  But whatever, behind him on the shelf had a few packs of beef jerky. FINALLY.

  My pain was worth something.

  6:37pm

  I cleaned the wound soon as I got home.

  It wasn’t that bad, honestly. Hurt a little at first, but not as much as I expected. The bleeding stopped pretty quickly.

  I wrapped it up and changed into a cute little 2deep5me bck, three wolf in front of a moon t-shirt.

  That scene kept repying in my head the whole time.

  Not the stabbing part though, that was whatever.

  His reaction, though, I don't get it. I saved him. He was going to die.

  Why would he do that?

  I mean, I get being scared, but still. That was kind of a dick move.

  God, now I remember why I kept my friend circles small. People are real assholes sometimes.

  I guess that’s something to keep in mind if I ever run into someone else.

  Better be careful, or you might be stabbed for no reason!

  I’m tired.

  My shoulders are sore as shit, but I’ll deal with it tomorrow.

  I'm gonna eat some of this jerky I found. I know it's processed snacks and not like eating an actual steak, but it's the best I got.

  Here's to hoping tomorrow is less strange and moronic.