turned on the radio on a whim.
somehow the djs there are still fine, so there is still life outside of this place.
that is good news.
unfortunately there was much much worse news.

it's not just chatham that's under attack.
it's not just ontario
or just canada.

it's fucking everywhere.
they're fucking everywhere.

they finally put a name to the horror.
i would have laughed yesterday.
no one's laughing now.

it's a fucking zombie apocolypse.

god save our souls.

for once i am thankful for the giant eyesore that is the walmart supercentre.
they have everything here.
well except guns.
i was always the one who supported canada's gun laws but now they're not so helpful.
we rounded up all the crowbars and baseball bats that we could but they are only good for close range fighting.
we'd rather not get into that situation.

i used to be a vegetarian before today, but seeing the lack of plant based protiens... i guess we all have to make acceptions to our personal beliefs in times like this.
like mark.. his girlfriend fell behind on our way over here and got swept up in the mob.
noel and i had to drag him kicking and screaming into this place. we knew she was already done for.
i guess we're just numb.
noel and i are the only of the survivors here that came alone.
mark still has his brother.


i really hope some of you are still alive out there....

still here.
a few other survivors and myself made our way to the edge of town and have build up a quasi shelter in Walmart.
We lost quite a few people.
There are 12 of us left.
We're going to get some food together and try to eat something.

Something tells me we're going to need all the energy we can get.

Please don't try to come here.
If you're still alive, stay where you are.
There are way too many.

It's like a fucking movie.
I thought it was a joke at first.
I mean, I joke all the time about this sort of shit.
But it's fucking real.
And not funny at all.

I made this blog for all of you who may be still alive and are worrying about me.
I hope there are some of you left.

In short. No. I am not fine.
Well, I am alive. They haven't gotten me yet, so in that sense yeah I'm fine but when I look around here the word "fine" doesn't come to mind.

I need to go.
Find somewhere safer.
I'm going to try some of your cell's again.
Don't try to find me.
Take care of yourselves.

I'll try to write again later.