GIMME SHELTER!!!

Well...I'm not dead. I'm still alive. Still writing, still wanting. Desperately wanting my piece of peace. Which I'm not going to get anytime soon. What I have gotten recently though is sanctuary-in the form of a high school turned rescue shelter. I’m here because I got literally sick of being in that shitty, sub zero degrees shack . The reason I stayed there as long was a) I became very lazy. And b) during the last few weeks the zombie threat around me was too great to venture far out. Their numbers inexplicably began to swell at an dangerously alarming rate. I had to wait for the most opportune time to bolt for good. It wasn’t long before my patience was rewarded.

Three weeks ago, a blizzard was in full effect, it densely blanketed the tri-state area . This was my cue to exit. Zombies are virtually immobile when it snows, making my long journey looking for a better place to stay a considerably more safer venture. I was well aware that journeying through a blisteringly cold, thick snowstorm for days on end amounted to a suicide mission. I didn’t give a fuck. The possibility of freezing to death didn't faze me at all. The thought of being cramped up one more day in that shithole rattled me to the core.

I remember the snow came down unforgivably hard. The wind was merciless and visibility was painfully low. Did I forget to mention it was wicked COLD?!! COLDER THAN HELL, MAN!!!! I am astounded that I managed to survive. I don’t know how long I was out there before I had succumbed to hypothermia and ultimately blacked out.

Those last moments prior to losing consciousness were unbelievably harsh. I truly believed I was ready to meet my Messiah. My moment to finally see Him was delayed. Instead of waking in Heaven, I woke up to seeing something heavenly.

My return to consciousness was blessed with the lovely sight of a ravishing and amply endowed nurse. The type of nurse who'd only appeared in naughty fantasies not medical facilities. Heather is her name. The smile she gave me when I came to was truly warm and sincere. It really touched me. God, I’d almost forgotten how magically wonderful a woman’s smile was.

Heather’s not just beautiful on the surface, she radiates genuine beauty within as well. The two of us talked for a long while. We spoke about interesting things both frivolous and meaningful and how hard it’s been to remain hopeful. She informed me of the details of my rescue and arrival. Our delightful time together was interrupted by news of a terribly violently incident involving a guard and two of the shelter’s inhabitants. I’m not sure what exactly went down. All I know is that the guard lost an eye. Poor guy.

Five days have passed since I ‘ve been released from the medical ward. My current living and resting quarters are in the school’s gymnasium which is uncomfortably packed wall-to-wall with rows of cots. There’s hardly any room to maneuver freely back and forth. My size thirteen’s are constantly bumping into this or that.

I can barely breathe in here. The room carries a rather unpleasant odor of super stale air and funky feet. I spend most of my time sleeping. I lack the inclination to do anything else. I should go introduce myself to the others but …I don’t know. I’m not in the mood to be sociable at the present time. Unless Heather passes by.

I’m all hungry all the time, even though I’ve got access to food. Which I refuse to eat it. The bugs I’ve digested to survive taste way better than this slop we’re being served. I’m certain they’re more nutritious ,too. Twice I’ve eaten the food from the cafeteria and twice I’ve thrown it up almost immediately. Their shit taste as bad going down as it does coming up. My stomach has been free of food for tree days and my body is making me pay for it. I feel so wasted. I fear very soon whether I want to or not, that I’ll be standing once again on the dreaded meal line.

I ‘m very tired and I can’t keep my eyes open. I want to sleep. Last time I slept someone robbed me of my shoes. What will I lose next?

Don’t feel safe here. Man is the monster I most fear.