1 Week Anniversery

It's been one week already yet it feels like a whole year's worth of hell. Most of us have been grieving for Vic's voluntary leave but his laptop has been more than enough to make it feel as if he was still here, along with softening the pain with being able to watch countless YouTube videos. So far the police have been growing more tense since one officer ended up committing suicide from jumping off the hotel's roof. There's been a fence set up around the hotel's parking lot keeping away more of the undead rumbling around our complex. Due to the fence, we've also had less survivors coming in, but every once in awhile, one makes it through the gate but barely to the door.

There's been some concerns with supplies growing low. The only thing we've been able to grab from the coffee cabinet were some packs of Splenda and only two boxes of Raisin Bran. We thought this would have ended after a few nights, but looking out the window, we see more smoke emanate per day from different buildings. There had been one major explosion over at a Chevron about two miles away. It took out a good portion of the undead for a minute, till the noise it had made would end up bringing more to the area.

As for the news, there's been more pandemic chaos and doom predictions as the problems persist.

In other words for what's happening inside our hotel community, one woman living with her husband down two floors from us has been keeping worried with current events since she's about six months pregnant. Luckily there's a few doctors staying in the hotel handling all sorts of injuries and ailments. Over in our pool room gang, there's been this one creepy girl named Sally who's been coming onto all of the guys.

Sally is a God-fearing sixteen year-old catholic school girl. Seriously, she has like the whole uniform, crucifix in-between her boobs, bible always on hand and everything. She's talked about the whole abstinence and purity thing that's been taught to her in school, but ever since this whole ordeal started, she's felt as if God decided to start an end-of-the-world party. Saying that if the rapture has begone and that no one has been so called 'raptured' away, then God simply has decided that all humans are filthy vermin after-all.

Since then she's made it a track goal to sleep with as many men she could hunt down. From her tales, she's nailed one of the security guys and someone in room 102. Seems she had gotten to my roommate Dean now and they've been hidden away in one of the men's restroom stalls for about an hour now.

So far it's been fun seeing the undead apocalypse unfold it's hideous claws while I just take another sip of tequila.

Gonna play some Pac-Man down in the small arcade area, then nap for a bit...