Carrboro, NC: Day 4

Day 4:

Entry 1: Day 1

Entry 2: Day 3

They’re coming. As I write this, I can her the nails on the window boards creaking as they strain to keep however many Zs are out there out. I don’t think it will be much longer. I’ve been straining my mind for a gameplan. I hear more distinct grunting sounds. There must be more of them out there trying to get in now.

A quick inventory of my supplies:

1. Enough canned food/bottled water to last… two weeks?
2. 2 baseball bats, 1 metal (dented) 1 wood
3. Various kitchen supplies (knives, pots/pans)

All of this is packed up in a backpack and ready to go.I am considering climbing out my back window and making a dash to my car. I have nearly a whole tank of gas, but it is a long drop down and I could break my legs on the fall. Better broken legs than winding up as Z chow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They’re coming. The nails aren’t holding anymore. I’m moving. I’ll write again when I can. Wish me luck.