Entry 6 of a Z.A. Survivor

November 4th, 2019 - I try not to write in this journal on days that are back to back mainly due to needing to conserve paper for the most part.  It's day 2 with me in the upstairs bedroom and the dogs constantly scratching at the door.  Couldn't get much sleep at all with them trying to break in, man when they are hungry I think they are worse than zombies.  Reminds me of the old show with Bob Barker...."Be sure to spay and neuter your pets", I bet Bob would make a good match for these guys.  Or more disturbingly, what if Bob was a zombie right now, that would be hillarious to see him host a show as one.  The girl come up and kiss him for winning the chance to win more prizes and Bob eats her brains.  Anyways, I digress.  I got to find a way out of here, I've looked out the window but there is no ledge to get onto and enjoy the starlight, just a straight drop.  But I did notice something in the distance that made me feel even more distressed. Zombies! Friggin Zombies! I got careless to allow myself stuck in a house.  There seemed to be at least 20 or 30 of them.
 
BUT WAIT! For once I never thought I'd say this, but thank God for the zombies!  Their loud moaning and making noise as they walked by vehicles set off one of the alarms.  The dogs have abandoned their attempt to get me and found themselves new targets.  Time to get out of here.  Going to try and head back to the woods, this town is no longer safe for me to be in....I need sleep too...Bob, if you're a zombie, don't forget. Spay and neuter your zombies, we don't need more.