The rain was heavy last night, bouncing off the ground. I sought refuge in a garage forecourt. Not that there is much left to take from here it looks like it has been looted several times previously. Hell, it may even have looked like that prior to the outbreak.
I have a few tins of beans left and half a dozen tins of pineapple chunks but I need to score and I need to get to fuck out of this city. For a heroin addict such as myself, this zombie outbreak is nothing but a fucking curse. The worst dry up in years.
I should go cold turkey but I can’t. I always maintained I liked the gear but it’s somewhat problematic these days. In years gone by it was all about getting the money to get the smack, nowadays it’s just finding the gear in the first place. One of the few things I have in surplus is syringes. Gotta love this outbreak, I never shared a needle in case I caught the HIV virus. Now I ain’t sharing a needle that no fucking freak may have used because if I did inject some of his blood, I’ll no doubt turn into a freak too.
So I need to get out this place as soon as the daylight returns, a post-apocalyptic dawn is welcome on a day like this. It never ceases to amaze me how many freaks there are still around or where they get their stamina from. I will leave now, but before I go I better do a line, just for the boost of energy. Just to show those fucking freaks that I’m ready for them.