I sat in my apartment for two days and not a single living person passed by my window.

I’m going to head north across town tomorrow. I’ll grab the rifle and see if I can figure out what those people were up to on Friday.

I know I’d be much safer if I would just stay indoors, but sitting alone in a room for the rest of my life sounds more like prison than freedom. Besides, I’m not abandoning the apartment for good. I’m just looking for some answers, maybe some people I can trust. It’s better than sitting here surfing the net and talking to myself.

If I’m going to die, I’d rather die trying than hiding like a coward.

Tonight I think I’ll pay a visit to the apartment across the hall. I want to get all my supplies locked up tight before I head out, and I figure I should grab whatever I can from there and lock it up as well. I’ve put it off long enough. I’m just not looking forward to seeing what types of things were done to those bodies, especially the kids. I liked those kids.

The boy was four and the girl was seven. I remember they would watch and laugh every time I tried to fish the large pond behind the apartments because the geese would always chase me. They’d hide behind a tree not nearly as big as the two of them, barely obstructed from view as they pointed and giggled while the geese tried to take a bite out of me. I would laugh too, but I would pretend to get mad at the geese and stomp around the yard as the two of them would fall into hysterics but try to remain hidden from sight.

The thought of seeing their blood smeared on the walls and their bodies laying limp in some corner makes me very angry. I wouldn’t even think about going in there if I didn’t have to. I am almost willing to just let the food go to waste.

Almost.