July 1, 2019

Feeling better day-by-day. I am not sure if it was the journey over here, or being in that garbage so long that made me sick. Maybe not eating too. I am going to have to move to another apartment. This one has nothing in it. They cleaned it out good before leaving. I am going to try to go higher up, but I still need to be careful. I haven’t secured this building, nor have I checked it all out. I like to get familiar with the building so that I know all the ways in and out. Where to hide. Also gather whatever I can use. I just wish I were a better locksmith. Maybe even a burglar. I have to fight with these doors to get them open. It would be easier to break them down, but that would do me no good. I wouldn’t be able to stay there, and that would make too much noise. Not that I am that quiet anyway. Banging and fighting with the lock to get it open. I have passed on so many apartments because I couldn’t get the door open. I always wonder what I missed. Food, clothing, weapons, and maybe a better way to shower. I can’t believe I wrote that. At least there is a 99.9% chance no one I know will ever read that I basically bathed with old orange juice. Actually, I don’t think I would mind at this point. I would be happy to have a friend to talk to. Then I wouldn’t have to write to keep entertained. To feel like I am talking to someone. Sometimes I just feel like yelling, but that would be a mistake. Especially since I think I heard something in the hallway yesterday. Maybe even the day before, or am I just hearing things from being light headed?

June 28, 2019

The last time I think I felt this weak was 2 a days in football. Running all over that field for two hours in the morning and then again in the middle of the afternoon. At least that was fun. My biggest moment on a football field was when I made a late game interception, and returned it far enough for our team to kick a game winning field goal. Of course, the kicker got all the cheers. I am not sure I will ever catch another ball again. I finally got enough strength to secure the door better. Moved some furniture in front. Nothing too crazy because I would like to move higher in the building soon. That was kind of the point on coming here. Most importantly I got to take a shower. Actually, more like a rub down. I found a bar of soap and some orange juice. It was the only liquid in this apartment. I think the previous owners packed up and left with all the food and other necessities. There is not much here. So I poured the juice in a bowl to wet the soap, scrubbed myself until the bar disappeared, and then toweled myself off. Now I smell freshly squeezed. Ok, maybe not freshly. That juice was dated May 22, 2018. 

June 26, 2019

Man do I hate moving! Those dam zombies didn’t make it easy. It looked clear, but I didn’t get far before I heard them coming. I tried to take a different route, but I didn’t want to get too far off course. I wasn’t sure if they picked up my scent, so I decided to hide in a garbage dumpster. God, it was terrible. Who knows how long that garbage has been sitting there? I think I would have vomited if I actually had something substantial to eat. I think I spent two days there. I am not sure what they were doing. I really don’t know what they do besides kill people. They came close to finding me. I even think one bumped up against the dumpster, but I don’t think they knew I was there. There is no way they could have made out my scent amongst all that garbage. At least I hope not. When I finally got out, I took it slow, and safe. I didn’t care where they went as long as they didn’t see, or smell me. I made it to my building of choice. This is a huge condominium. It must be 25 stories. Right now I am on the 11^th floor. I just didn’t have the strength to go higher. I usually like to check out the whole building before settling in, but this one is too big, and I am too weak. Maybe I made a bad choice. I am just going to have to be more alert. I am going to sleep. I’m too weak to write anymore. 

June 20, 2019

Today is moving day. I used to hate moving day, and I still do. It seemed like we used to move every other year. Packing up all my stuff. Unpacking, then making it all fit in your new room. What a pain in the ass. I don’t think I had as much as my sister, Violet. Dolls, dolls, dolls. I think I lost something every time we moved. Sometimes an important thing, sometimes probably something I should have trashed anyway. At least now there is not much to pack. I have two backpacks that I tied the shoulder straps together to make them basically one pack. Clothing always took boxes upon boxes to move. Not now. I take very few clothes because I figure to find some at my next stop. It is like going house, clothing, and grocery shopping all at the same time. I definitely load up on food. Anything that is still edible. Whenever you find something to eat, it is like finding gold. If it fits, it must go. Then there are my weapons. Yes, my weapons. Never pegged myself as someone who would be carrying around weapons. Now I’m like Batman. I have a belt that I carry around my waist with several knives attached. I got lucky and found a gun in the last apartment. I hate guns, but they are very useful. That is until they run out of bullets. So are the bullets more useful than the gun? I don’t know. I also have some deodorant spray. It is the only spray I have left. No, it is not for my underarms either. It is to spray around if I think I am being followed. Hopefully, it gets rid of my smell so that they don’t find me. Then there is my friend Louis here. I think I was in a baseball player’s apartment because this guy had tons of bats. I picked one that is easy for me to swing, and to carry around. I hope. Besides packing up my things, I also had to go outside for the first time in a long time. I went out on the balcony to get a better look at the area. To try to see if I could tell which way was the best way to get to that apartment building. It would have been easier if I had those long vision things. I can’t remember what they are called. It is risky going outside. It lets my smell out. I did put some really bad smelling spray on so I think that helped. I also had to be quiet. Really, I don’t want them to smell or hear me. I listened and looked carefully to see if there was any movement going on down below. I am going out there one more time to double check, and then I am off. Hopefully this won’t be the world’s shortest journal. I hate moving day!