A Zombies Words

A Few Days In Insanity

Well, it's been a few days. 3 to be exact. This zombie has not left at all. I hate the food that's stocked down here I wish I could go up out of this bunker and head to my house, make some good food instead of some cold canned shit, sit down, and watch some TV. But no. I'm stuck. In a bunker. In a zombie apocalypse. Now I'm not here so if you're here for me finding a cure or something like your typical story I suggest you bug off because that's not happening. I'm no hero. I'd much rather let somebody else do it.

Anyways here's how my bunker looks. Somewhat spacious about the size of the average living room. A mattress on the floor in the corner, a bunch of shelves with canned foods and bottled water, a corner full of only magazines and crossword puzzles, and anything else you could think of to keep you occupied like bored games, puzzles, books, everything, there's a toilet in a separate tiny room in the bunker there are two rooms the main and the tiny one for a bathroom, that filters out so that are are nice. It's very livable, but not ideal. I've got a journal and some pencils and stuff, pens, pencils, highlighters, markers, all that so I've been writing short stories and drawing to pass time, I'm not doing too bad honestly.

Oh, also I've been trying to teach the zombie to talk because I got bored. Yeah, I've started to lose it. But I have taught it the words 'hello' 'hi' 'yes' 'no' and 'bye.' I've taught it what each of these means to so with enough time I could probably turn it into a very smart creature just like you or me. Again I'm starting to lose my sanity because this is a bat shit crazy idea that only a mad man would come up with but I'm bored and lonely so I may as well try it to pass the time until the true hero of the story finds a cure or something. If there is anybody left. Apart from the zombie who's directly above me, I can't hear anything of the outside world from in this bunker so I have no idea if it's silent, screaming, or anything else. Now if only we had been smart enough to put a radio or something down here with electricity, then I'd be having a good time.

Well, I guess its time to head to bed after I eat dinner so I grab a can of beans and a bottle of water, sit down, and start eating, we have plastic ware down here so I do have spoons and forks, I won't lie, I fucking hate beans with a passion, which is why I'm eating them first, I'll spend a few months eating them only to get rid of them all that way once they're gone I have better-tasting things to eat. I don't want to waste all the good-tasting things right off the bat. After I throw my can in a deep deep hole that works as a trash can and bed head