I tried putting the radio on to drown out the ever-present moaning of these things. Hundreds of dead things outside, thousands in the city, all moaning at once… it’s maddening. I almost welcome the sporadic screams of those caught outside, the gunfire in the distance (I knew I should have moved into the ghetto; it sounds like they’re making a stand), the breaking glass, whatever. The radio didn’t work. It only made me more insane. Fuck the Emergency Broadcast System. Does anyone have any real news? Last I heard the nearby shelter was overrun. Before that I was hoping Val made it there. Now I dread that notion. Where *is* she? Why won’t she answer her goddamned phone!?!

All I have is a few kitchen knives and one boarded up door between me and oblivion should these things break through into the building’s lobby, and there’s not much preventing them from doing so. I mean really, what shitty Albany apartment complex is prepared for “rioting”? I refuse to use the “Z” word. I’ll just keep trying to pretend that they’re looters and drug-addicts. Anarchists. Terrorists. Whatever. I can’t count on the Feds to protect me. They couldn’t even handle a friggin’ hurricane and one war overseas. The news this morning said that this rioting was a social pandemic throughout most major cities in the world. Yea, right. Who am I kidding? The Feds won’t be the cavalry coming in to save the day. They’re holed up in some underground bunker that will serve as their living tomb.

No one is coming to save me. No one is coming. Not even Val.

-=Grim=-