Entry 15
The inevitable is approaching and my food stash is starting to dwindle. Rationed out, it will last about four days plus two more days of frozen food. I have canned food as well which I would like to save for emergencies. Even though I am really not eating much it still seems to go quickly, especially with so much spoiling.
After I had taken stock, I started working out what my next move should be. Back when I first cut into my neighbor's apartment I knew the food would only last so long and I would have to go find more. The question now is should I simply go to the next apartment? Based on how much of the refrigerated food has gone bad most likely very little will be edible in the fridges. Frozen food should still be okay as well as canned and non-perishables. So while I could get food in other apartments a good portion of it will be spoiled.
My other option is to seek food outside the apartments. There is a gas station about half a mile up the street as well as a grocery store a bit over a mile in the other direction. There could still be so much stuff, maybe months of food at the stores if other people have not already been there. If people have been there at least I would know it is likely there are other people left. If people are currently there though, nothing says they will be friendly. If anything, people would be more dangerous now than ever. I have no idea how many of them roam the streets or if I could reach the stores anymore.
Without knowing how dangerous the streets were I had no idea if it would be worth the risk. So I went to the window to watch outside for the day. I can honestly say I wish I had never thought to look out. Since I have been stuck in my apartment, some days it is hard to find the hope to go on. Today became one of those days. I knew the streets would be bad. I simply could not fathom just how hellish they had become.
Throughout the day about half the time the streets would appear empty. The rest of the time they would wander within sight of the apartment alone or in small groups. They seemed to be going in completely random directions, simply stumbling about. The hellish realization came about an hour or two before sunset. I was already rather disheartened by how many were still on the streets and was about to fix some food and get ready for the night when I saw some of them turn the corner down the street. I decided to watch and see if this group went anywhere different. A minute later when they had not stopped coming around the corner the gravity of what I saw began to hit me. I tried counting them, if only to try and quantify the horror I was seeing. There were over a hundred of them in one giant writhing mass. They did not seem to walk or stumble but instead oozed along the street with tendrils moving out from the mass looking for something to kill. I was too scared to even move for fear one might spot me in the window. I have no idea how long my barricades would hold, but with so many they would eventually break through. What a horrible way to die.
