I should make this brief for now because I’m dead-fucking-tired and I’m not alone anymore.
I also haven’t eaten in more than 24 hours. Yesterday, a guy was screaming outside and bashing on the front door. He nearly broke the glass and I had no choice but to let him in.
His name is Cameron and he’s been out in the world since it all began. He didn’t have much to say, and we didn’t have much time to talk, but I’m a pretty good judge of character and though he seems completely fried mentally due to lack of sleep and food or whatever, he seems okay. I didn’t get much chance to talk to him because for the better part of the night we were reinforcing the front windows and the doors.
There’s hundreds of dead people clawing and kicking to get inside here right now.
There are also drones buzzing to-and-fro apparently herding more dead people our way.
Eventually, the glass and wooden desks will give and I have no exit strategy yet. Cameron is fast asleep right now and in a few minutes, I’m going to look through his bag to find out more about him. He also smells like absolute garbage. After I investigate I’ll try to sleep a little, but when we’re both awake, we’re going to need to come up with a plan to get the hell out of here…. fast.
For the first time in months, I’m scared shitless.
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