.:entry 008:.

its about 3pm. i'm about to do it.

this morning i went up on the roof just above the front door. i judged that i needed fifteen feet of space in front of the door. i started dragging up boxes of treadmills, office desks, and office chairs. it took me four hours to assemble five treadmills, one desk (that took too long), and six office chairs, before carefully dropping each of them off the building along the sides of the entrance. i was able to create a good safe area maybe eight feet long right in front of the entrance.

i went back down and made sure that all my preparations were perfect. after an hour of thinking about everything that could go wrong, i decded it was time. this was the most dangerous thing i have ever done since it began, but my supplies are running out and i need to relocate.

here i go. see ya tonight.

.:entry 007:.

this morning i looked at the remaining five remote keys i hadn't tried. two fords, a nissan, a volvo, and a mercedes.

i looked on the right side of the building, the east side. there was a ford and two volvos that could fit the keys. i didn't risk pressing any buttons though, in case they reacted violently at the first beep. on the west side there was only a nissan in the closest few spaces. not good. and in the front, just another volvo. so much for the mercedes keys. well all this might help some in the end.

my barrier was now fiveish bodies high in most places. i'd used 5 boxes of ammo the first day, 8 more the second, and yesterday 8 more. 27 left. eh, i have no idea if that's a lot. how many zombies to i plan to face in the next few weeks... or months? whatever. it looks like a lot; 1350 rounds. aaand... only 9 boxes left of the handgun ammo; 450 rounds.

i decided that when i go for the hummer, i'm gonna take the pistols. i've got six. looks like its gonna be matrix-style. not to be a nerd. i thought about it. ridiculous times (ie the fucking dead walking the fucking earth) call for ridiculous measures (ie walls of corpses and a neo-inspired hijacking).

i practiced running around with guns in my pockets. i kept two in the front of my pants, they stayed put well enough if i ran a little awkwardly. two would be in my hands. and the last two on my jacket. with some duck tape i'd managed to construct two harnesses on a leather jacket. they stayed put as well.

i looked like an idiot running around walmart with guns in my hands, pants, and jacket. hehe. i hadn't laughed in a while.

.:entry 006:.

ok. i gave the car beeping a lot of thought. i tried the toyota again, six hours after the first run. they'd stopped looking at it maybe four hours ago. they again inspected it, but this time with even more vigor. as i watched, they got much more violent with the car. after a few minutes of shaking it, they actually tipped it over. some then climbed on top and were able to punch through the windows. two climbed through, followed by two more, then two more. there wasn't enough room for any more to climb in, and the ones already inside seemed to be pretty stuck, what with being on top of eachother. it really was rather comical, seeing them scrambling so hard for whatever first made that sound in the car.

i watched them do that for about fifteen minutes. i still felt some sadistic feelings towards them, and walked back to the front of the roof where i had left the rifle. i came back, and looked through the lens at the scene below. i had a clear shot for one of the top ones.

i shot him in the back. it felt a little sick, shooting something so desperate, so helpless, in the back. he was looking for food after not eating for eight months. i don't know how he had survived that long. i assume they conserved energy pretty well. i'm not sure though. the virus must give them a lot of extra strength; converts sunlight or something. i know their bodies don't give off heat anymore. whatever. i'm not going to figure it out from this roof top. everyone inside the car had slowed their movements from the previous frenzy. i think they were trying to get out now. whatever.

i'm glad they had stopped giving me attention though. they stopped looking at me, growling with their raspy, gutteral voices a long time ago. they don't even look at me when i fire the rifle. it's like they've realized i'm inedible. they can't reach me. makes me feel like god. heh. yeah. not really.

.:entry 005:.

this morning i continued my barricade. every half hour i've finished with what's available, and i check the keys.

i had collected quite a pile of keys from the bodies in the walmart and hoped that the remotes still worked. i put aside the H2's keys. i was pretty sure they were the right ones; the body had a california driver's license, and through the binoc's, i can see that the car sports a cali license plate. my lucky day.

i didn't want to test those keys though; they're out of range anyways. i sorted out the keys with remotes on them... 12. i sat on the roof for a while looking at each key and going around the whole roof, looking for a honda... looking for a vw. finally i found a match with a toyota around the back, and it worked.

but this produced a much greater response than i had hoped for. all of those things down there within fifty feet of the car had heard it, and slowly came over to it. i had forgotten how they can give so much attention to something new. i remember a bird dropped dead from the sky a few months back; last living thing i'd seen in a while. they stumbled over to it and tore it apart within seconds. with so little to do, they picked at it for hours, maybe looking for more remains. they scoured the ground too, looking for anything.

this could work. i had to think about this carefully. when you win the lottery, you sit down, take a break, open a beer, and think. what do i do with this sheer luck.

.:entry 004:.

so after thinking about my precautions in parting the sea for a minute, i decided it was stupid.

not the whole plan. i'm not abandoning it 250 rounds later. i just dont think that is nearly enough protection. i have time, and i need to be very very careful.

Jim wasn't careful. i am outsurviving Jim.

there are enough of them out there that i could pile those barriers six bodies high. of course it can't be perfect. i analyzed the barrier i had so far; about two-thirds of the bodies that made up my barrier so far were aligned with the lane within 45 degrees. this is because my shots, which were aligned with the lane, usually tipped the corpse in the same direction. some shots weren't perfect, or some skulls were thicker than others, and those bodies fell at random.

but i played around with how i could make a better barrier a few hours before sundown. by walking several yards along the roof to the right, i am able to tip the ones inside the lane against the left barrier, and the ones to the right of the lane against the right barrier. after a few minutes i moved to the left and used the same method there.

another problem was cars. there were very few of them standing between any cars and my barrier, weakening my wall near cars. i suppose i'll just spend the extra time and bullets to strengthen those.

but i looked at my store of rifle ammunition. Jim and i had used up 22 boxes of 50 rounds: 1100 rounds over the last 8 months. then i had just polished off another 8 boxes tonight with that barrier. i still had 35 boxes of those. 1750 rounds. plenty. i imagine i can use another five hundred rounds on the wall. that could put it five and six bodies high.

i want to study my barrier more tomorrow. i hope thats high enough. i'm not good enough with a handgun to build it with that. i'm worried.

.:entry 003:.

today gave way to some sadistic attitudes i've been holding back, i suppose.

i decided i could play the part of moses and split the sea of them, a split straight to that car. there weren't too many cars in the lot; maybe a third of those spaces were filled; people who had been in the shopping center when it really hit this area. people who may still be in there as far as i know.

so straight up the aisle that led to my get-away vehicle, i started sniping them on the sides of the lane. i couldn't possibly use all of these rounds otherwise. despite that columbine movie, walmart still carries ammunition... a lot of ammunition.

i started at six this morning. i think that row stretched 100 feet maybe. i counted eighty rounds later, at about seven thirty, i went back in. i figured i could make a decent barrier two to three bodies high on either side of the lane. i had about one body high the whole length down now. but they were thinner after my first volley. i'd come back out at nine for another volley.

by mid-afternoon, it wasn't a bad barrier. i can't control their random motion, so there were some definite holes that i'll come back out tomorrow to watch for. i could spot those areas then. for now i think 80-90% of the wall was at least two bodies high. keeping the width fifteen feet keeps even the ones who would trip over a distance from me.

oh yeah, i went through about 250 rounds today. still plenty left in stock. for that size ammunition. i will take the rifle when i go, but i'm more in favor of the pistols. we'd practiced with those pretty excesively when it all started, just to get good.

whatever. i'm done for now. i want a nap, my finger hurts.

.:entry 002:.

i worked on my preparations today. i've picked out my vehicle of choice; from the roof i can see a solid-looking H2, but it's too far back in the mass of those things to make a run for it. they're now packed about six or eight deep per 10x10 square foot area. thats twice as thick as the first few months. whatever. doesn't mean much. 200,000 doesn't seem very different from 100,000. still impossibly thick. and i'd learned a lot in this time. on the roof i had glanced at the scorch marks and crispy corpses in the ground; a molotov cocktail kills one of them in under a minute. that may come in handy. i've got to figure out a way to get to that car. sleep now.

.:entry 001:.

i think its time to move. i've been at this Walmart for 8 months. my supplies are running low, and i need to get out just for the sake of my sanity. i haven't seen another human, a real one, in 6 months. that's too long. i've planned it all out and i think i can do it. After planning this prison break for however many weeks, i think it'll work. i can start the real work today, psyching myself up for the next... oh... five days, and move. I've decided that Walmart was a really good stakeout, but I'm not sure where I should go next. Costco is a good choice; malls are probably too insecure. it has to be close though. another walmart, target, safeway. what am i in need of most? food and water, but i can't live on canned goods and twinkies till the end. maybe someplace where i could grow some damn food. somewhere outdoors, but walled in? i must think on this. but i'm definitely leaving soon. new years. thats when my life begins again... again.