April 27th 2022

  Skin feels warm, clouds are white today

  I made my trip to one of the clinics alone.

  My friend was still resting when I was up and ready to go. She’s been sleeping a lot. It’s almost like she took it very seriously when I once told her that she doesn’t have to come with me everywhere.

  She didn’t even say bye to me or anything, but it’s whatever. She looked peaceful.

  I barricaded the front door with a few wood pnks I found, keeping the mumblies out. They seem to know better than to wander in and trespass inside my house, but y’know, better safe than sorry.

  Don’t need them eating my friend while I’m gone.

  Golden cotton candy in a burning ember sky

  That clinic trip of mine was pretty uneventful. I’m not one who gets tired much, but while walking around, I almost felt like I wanted to fall asleep standing up.

  The mumblies had the same idea, except they actually committed to it. The ones I passed by were just standing there, some were even in weird, fixed poses. As if a game of red light - green light was stopped mid-way.

  Honestly, I think they were just tired. I don’t bme them, it’s not like there’s much to do around here anyway.

  Though, what’s funny is that while I walked past them all, they all watched me.

  A few whispered things like “don’t move”. I’m like, uh, it’s too te for that guys. I gotta get shit done.

  Inside the clinic, it smelled like mold and wet, rusty nails.

  I stepped around the god awful mess of flipped tables and chairs, all the sheets of paper and magazines that fused to the floor and walls like a chaotic paper mache project done by toddlers.

  The exam rooms were mostly like I expected, empty, but the cabinets weren’t too bad!

  I grabbed some antibiotics, painkillers, gauze, rubbing alcohol, and a travel sized suture kit. Also took some other meds in those orange, white-capped bottles. I didn’t really read them and still haven’t. I might ter. Reading is boring, but I’m sure they might be handy one day.

  Came across a bizarre scene on my way out. One of the patient or surgery rooms still had an occupant. They looked like a human fused with beef jerky, all dehydrated, as if a drop of water could bring them back to life.

  The restrains on their wrists and ankles looked uncomfortable as shit. I took them off, pretty solid leather with metal locks on them.

  I could probably use them for something.

  Later

  Heard that damn pne again. Or maybe it’s a different one, I don’t know. All I do know is that it’s loud and distracting as hell.

  A few mumblies gathered at the end of my street, just staring up at the sky. I guess an aerial show is the most exciting thing these guys get in their daily lives.

  Once I got home, my friend was still sleeping.

  How do people sleep so much when there’s so much you could be doing? I don’t understand it.

  Though, for a second, I thought she was staring up at the ceiling. But I realized her eyes were still closed.

  I told her I brought medicine.

  She’s still tired, but it’s fine, she’ll wake up eventually.

  I took the time to catalogue all the medical supplies I found. I started making my own bels for things, using some craft and construction paper I found and writing names with my glitter pens.

  Downstairs is looking pretty nice now! All neat, clean and organized. Just as everything should be.

  -

  I hear the mumblies outside.

  “...Please”

  “Help…”

  I’m not sure what they expect me to do.

  I already tried.