Journal Entry 256

It's been far too long since I have picked up this old diary. Since the storm began I've watched terrors unspeakable. I've watched them running though the streets, screaming, just to stop mid stride and fall over; and they were the lucky ones - that was the first night. By the third night of the storm I could hear them like packs of wild animals, local gangs ran the streets grabbing at anything they could find. What little I had sat with me in the basement of my house.

Within a week I had begun to ration what was left of my food. I could still hear the storm outside. I could still hear the gangs of people, not just the odd troublemakers; no this was the sound of the starving systematically breaking down doors, looking for food. I barricaded the door to the staircase and boarded up the only window down here. I'm not sure how long has passed before I found my old journal down here. Funny, I thought I had lost this thing in a move three years ago. Ironic, I hadn't thought about it much since then.

Journal Entry 257

I'm not sure how long it's been since my last entry. How ever long it is I wish I could go back to that time. My food is has run out. I do not have the strength to pry open the window or the door. I still hear them though, tbe beasts' guttural howling for food. The storm, still out there. Sometime while I was sleeping, the roof started to collapse, a gir, pi, it smashed into the radio, not that it gives me anything but static. Stupid. Why did I stay here?

Journal Entry 258

Screaming animals. The thundering outside wont stop. I broke my left finger pinky. Burned it with lighter to stop the blood. Still can't get the boards from window. I'm so hungry.

Journal Entry 259

Roof broke more today. I have a stream of water. It's from a pipe. I can hear them outside now. They want my water. I know they want my meat. I know they do.