Reminder:z

Fucking hell!

I try to look for things to barricade the door a little more. Oh nice, I put the chair out yesterday to sit while painting, I'll use that. After this encounter I'm sure John will start hating chairs. I leaned it against the door handle and tested if it was secure. One zombie trapped, check. But it will not keep him for long. Soon he'll figure out that he can get out the window, but it's on the second floor. The other windows on the first floor are securely barricaded from outside. That will keep him occupied here for at least 3 days, hopefully.

I liked this house. I liked the location and the atmosphere. It was quiet, desolate, things were not broken and there were some good supplies left in the kitchen. I've stayed here for over a year. It actually felt like a vacation from this ruin of a world. A boring and lonely vacation, but I seriously needed a calm retreat after the first year of utter chaos. One inconvenient thing is that it's a little far away deep into the forest, so going on the supply run takes at least 3 days and I can't bring back all the things I need with me. A week ago on the last supply run I needed some paints and stationery. I was finally getting comfortable in this house and wanted to decorate it a bit. That was a bad idea from the start, and I realized it was the WORST idea I had in 2 months when I saw zombie John walking aimlessly in the city streets.

Fuck my luck. I survive for over 2 years in this fucking wasteland and by fate finally seeing the someone I was looking for in this random ass city, look at the state of him! My life is fucking tragic. But I'm planning on making it at least a fun tragedy to live through.

John is still making snarling sounds, scratching and banging the door. It's been 2 hours since the fight. I'm trying to remember what stuff I had left in the house. Some canned food in the kitchen, I'll probably come back here in a year so it's okay to leave them. Some of my sketchbooks will be fine too. I found some durable clothes during one of my supply runs to the city. This second hand clothes shop had some seriously rare equipment. A male military clothes, it was big on me but the fabric was still way better than any other jackets. Some old hockey and sports gear. Tasteless fashion that's actually useful. Usually in big city clothing stores have crop tops and mini skirts as women's fashion. I always used to raid men's S size whenever possible. So, I'll probably miss those clothes. I don't even have my jacket with me. Looking for warm clothes will be my first priority in the next city. Guess I'll make do with this thin ragged blanket till then. It's not even enough to cover my whole body! Fuck! I used my shirt to tie the door together! See, I told you I'm dumb as hell.

- "Grrrrrrr", John snarls, while scratching and hitting the door even more violently.

As I'm thinking I realized that he had started to make even louder noises. He started to sound more like an animal than a zombie now. Did he see me through the window while I was picking stuff from the ground? I'm sure that motivated him to put more effort into bringing down the door. That means, this will keep him occupied for 2 days max. I have to get out of here, fast. I'll come back here next year anyway, so stop worrying about what I left there. I decided to try making a list of what I need asap on the way to the city.

I hurry to the fence and take a look back at the house one last time. It's a weird feeling to have as I look back to the place I called "Home" for a while. Or maybe it's because I saw John from up close. I almost forgot that the rest of the world is gone and that I'm all alone. I was comfortable, quiet and peaceful. I let my guard down. He reminded me again today that it's me vs the whole world.