Jaded Christmaser's Blog
Christmas Week-end Day 4:
Supplies are low. Food... scarce. I have not milk nor bread. I find myself bored, lonely and naked. What a pathetic existence for the last sane person alive. I have yet to venture outside to search for food, not out of fear of what I might find, but rather, of what might find me. It has been four days since they (the procrastinators) attacked the town, leaving it, from what i could see from my bedroom window, in utter shambles. No one roams the streets anymore. I can only imagine that those mindless souls have all congregated at the town Wal-mart, scrounging and scavenging what little overpriced items they can from the near bare shelves. What will they do once there is nothing left? I have heard that once they are done feasting on this capitalist consumerism, they go back from which they came and reemerge from their domiciles, in human form. Then they return to the Wal-marts, returning to them what was taken. My plan is to hold out in my apartment and not compromise my current, peaceful situation by stepping foot outside. I just hope that videogames, old potato chips and frozen food can hold me over for the next few days. God save their souls. Roundman out.
Supplies are low. Food... scarce. I have not milk nor bread. I find myself bored, lonely and naked. What a pathetic existence for the last sane person alive. I have yet to venture outside to search for food, not out of fear of what I might find, but rather, of what might find me. It has been four days since they (the procrastinators) attacked the town, leaving it, from what i could see from my bedroom window, in utter shambles. No one roams the streets anymore. I can only imagine that those mindless souls have all congregated at the town Wal-mart, scrounging and scavenging what little overpriced items they can from the near bare shelves. What will they do once there is nothing left? I have heard that once they are done feasting on this capitalist consumerism, they go back from which they came and reemerge from their domiciles, in human form. Then they return to the Wal-marts, returning to them what was taken. My plan is to hold out in my apartment and not compromise my current, peaceful situation by stepping foot outside. I just hope that videogames, old potato chips and frozen food can hold me over for the next few days. God save their souls. Roundman out.