May 3rd 2022

  Little fluffy tendons stretch across a burning sky

  I’ve been sitting by the window this morning, or at least, I assume it’s morning.

  I’m gd we got the generator up and running when we did, because the blood storm is here.

  The sound of the rain is oddly comforting, so long as I ignore the thick, red globs of liquid running down the window.

  I miss eating spaghetti. I’m hungry.

  Dark, swollen cysts are floating up there, bursting everywhere

  Found out something pretty damn cool today!

  My friend was telling me how he used to work as a firefighter and a sous chef. That’s some hefty talent right here.

  I told him to prove it though. Gave him free range of all my food supplies in the kitchen and he managed to cook up a heavily improvised, herb-rubbed pork sirloin roast, as he described.

  I mean, I’m not a chef so I have no idea about any of that, but he put the meat I have stored to good use. It definitely wasn’t an episode of hell’s kitchen in here, that’s for sure.

  Also broke out a pack of modelos I been saving!

  While we were eating, he also mentioned to me that he used to be part of a group of four people. Talk about a party.

  He said something about traveling between towns and trying to find somewhere safer. He said there were rumors about a more organized group further out, some kind of compound.

  On the way, he and his team ran into some bandits. Two were shot and one got dragged away by the mumblies.

  I can see why a strong guy like him survived on his own.

  Though, I did ask him why he didn’t try to find another group after that.

  He didn’t really give an answer, but said; “Well, you found me instead”

  I like having friends.

  Night

  My god.

  These fucking mumblies man!

  I’m trying to mess with this radio to see if I can hear anything, but these guys keep loitering outside the living room windows! FUCK OFF! HOLY SHIT YOU’RE SO LOUD!

  “You will… eat”

  “good…

  “...friend”

  It’s like listening to christmas carolers if they spoke in whispered, broken english.

  I really wish I could py music right now, that one of these stations worked or something. I can’t concentrate with all the noise.

  My generator do be bringing all the mumblies to the yard. And damn right, I WANT THEM GONE.

  Extra nighttime

  Spent a couple hours doing some cleaning.

  Using the power of duct tape, a shower curtain and rubber kitchen gloves, I created the most makeshift hazmat batman suit known to man.

  Safe to say, it did protect me from having my skin melted off when I stepped outside.

  I fixed it.

  It’s quiet now.