Day Forty Four:
The amount of bones littered in front of my house is staggering. It looks like someone stuck a grenade inside an Indian Burial ground. I don't know how they devoured so much, but they must have waited until we went to sleep to munch on the bodies in the front of the death hill.
There are still quite a few wandering around in front of our house that we could shoot but what’s the point? Probably should start thinking about conserving ammo in case they suddenly figure out a way to mobilize their numbers and lay siege to our house.
I would write more but, sometimes this shit depresses me and rather than help... this journal just serves as a reminder of how fucked we actually are. Forty four days doesn't seem like all that long, but in a situation like this it lasts at least five lifetimes.
The amount of bones littered in front of my house is staggering. It looks like someone stuck a grenade inside an Indian Burial ground. I don't know how they devoured so much, but they must have waited until we went to sleep to munch on the bodies in the front of the death hill.
There are still quite a few wandering around in front of our house that we could shoot but what’s the point? Probably should start thinking about conserving ammo in case they suddenly figure out a way to mobilize their numbers and lay siege to our house.
I would write more but, sometimes this shit depresses me and rather than help... this journal just serves as a reminder of how fucked we actually are. Forty four days doesn't seem like all that long, but in a situation like this it lasts at least five lifetimes.
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