From the journal of Sean Glover, April 17

April 17, 2017

     Watching movies by myself is getting really old. So is searching houses. At first, the search was really cool, it was like a live video game and I was the master! It made me feel like I was in an episode of The Walking Dead and I was the Carl character. I felt cool and strong and capable. Just looking for stuff to keep myself alive or for stuff that was really cool. I was hoping to find a giant can of pudding, so I could have my own pudding episode. I was pretending that each day was a episode and was seperate from the day before or the next day.
     But now, it's boring. I haven't even gone out the last five days or so. I just stay at the place I have been living and eat the food I already found. I watch movies  that were already here or that I found since coming here. I know I'll have to start looking for food again or I will run out at some point. I just wish I had, like, one other person. I don't care who it is, I would take anyone I have ever known or a stranger, guy or girl. I wouldn't care if they were old or young, as long as I ended up with someone to talk to, watch movies with and search houses with. Just someone to be with, that's all.

     Who would have thought that the zombie apocalypse would be so lonely. I always thought it looked like heaven. Of course, when you are a foster kid and always have to be in someone else's house with lots of other people, being alone looks really appealing. There were times in the past where I would have given up all my memories of my parents just for an hour alone. Now, I would give up the memories for an hour with someone else. Shit, I would even take my last social worker Bob Barkley, or Bobby Big Man, as I used to call him behind his back. He thought he was so important and hungered for a promotion away from us bothersome kids. But now he is just another shuffling undead somewhere with a hunger for human flesh.
     I might have to go somewhere else, closer to a bigger city, to see if I can find other survivors. It will mean being closer to large hordes of undead, which by myself is really dangerous. I don't have anyone to watch my back. But I might find someone to watch my back by going, maybe even a group of someones.
      I just hate to leave this place because it is so stocked and all the power still works. It even has a wall all the way around the place. It is, like at least a five acres inside the wall. Then there is another fence, this time made or rocks, around the house with less than an acre right around it seperated from the rest. It makes it really safe in here, even though there haven't been a lot ,of zombies in this part of Aspen.  There were almost 7,000 people in this city before the shit hit the fan, but this was the richest part. The plots are at the smallest around five acres and the houses secluded. The trailer parks for the service workers were in another part of the city, so most of the zombies are closer to the center of town. There just weren't really enough houses here off W Buttermilk Road to cause an issue for me. I just have to avoid the airport because it has a small horde all it's own and will soon have to go closer to the city to search more houses.
     I just wish someone would show up in Aspen who still has a heart beat. I will wait for a couple of weeks and then I will make a decision about whether to stay here or go looking for someone else still alive.
     Back to my movies. I think I will watch Jeremiah Johnson today. I might need some of his mountain skills if I do decide to leave.
   

   

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