My journal from the blizzard in march 2008

journal entry 2, 5:54 am

I have survived the night, but the food is running low, and there may not be enough milk, cable is messing up so im relying on a thing called "dvds" . The town is quiet and dark, im begining to think im the only survivor.

Storm Journal Entry 3, 3:17 pm

I view cars are on the road again, and I am beginning to think I may be the only intelligent survivor. It's snowing again outside and the visibility is low. I have made a box fort in the living room to hold myself when the storm does indeed get worse as the weatherman said(he's a person who makes his money off predicting the weather there is no way he could be wrong). Cable is back, but everyone knows there is nothing that great on Saturday afternoons. We are out of non brand name pop-tarts and the will to survive is down. It won't be long before we are forced to eat each other now. DAMN YOU WHITE DEATH.

Journal Entry 4, 6:36 Pm
March 8 08

"Into the Abyss"

I have braved the storm, and I have acquired the mail. I was to begin my expedition to take out the trash, but I was told by "roommates" to retrieve the mail on my epic journey as well. The snow was fierce and coming down. The complex was a quiet and no signs of intelligent life, but then again there weren't many signs of that anyways, so nothing to new. I made base camp at the mailbox for and rested for about and hour to prepare for my long hard journey back. I began to tread through the snow and find my way home. I had to navigate with compass as my tracks were already covered, and the journey took me close to an hour on my way back, as I had to avoid the bumble in the snow. At last I was home, I made it back, finally I was safe, I stared this white death in the face and came out on top. I will get back on my next entry later, this cannibalism business is harder then it looks.

Journal Entry 5 9:55 pm
March 8 08

"The Hunger"

The scavenging for food has begun, it's a level three and I doubt officers on patrol would consider a trip McDonalds or Burger King an emergency. The hunger is beginning and I may not last long, the cannibalism idea has passed, because I am not going to be the one to clean the mess up. My "roommates" are watching the mess hall constantly as supplies have been cut off for days now. Cable TV is once again watch able (meaning reruns of "Sanford and Son" at least give us something to entertain ourselves with). I am hoping that with these new distractions I can make a run for the chicken salad in the back of the fridge. The "roommates" seem to be hypnotized by the television and subject to its every whim, I think during the reruns I will be getting a good haul. The Food in the box fort is running low and scavenging is the only way I have to survive. I have attempted to reach the "pizza man" but he will not answer my prayers of a warm meal delivered to my snow-covered door. I feel as though I am not going to make it, it's been 2 hellish long hours since I've eaten. If the supplies are not retrieved survival will be nothing but a pipe dream.

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Storm Journal Entry 6 2:08 pm

March¹ 08

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"The Morning After"

I have survived the horrors of last night, its still morning (yes I consider 2 pm morning that is early to me), but the morning is still young, and I'm feeling positive about today. Lately I've been researching new ways to cook cats (Apparently a big ol' pot a couple of chicken bouillon cubes, some chives, bring to a rolling boil and you're in business. its no "crock pot meal" but it'll do.) Last night the "roommates" mounted an attack on me, and the fort has been captured and I have been labeled as "immature" and being told to act my age. I've made my retreat to my bedroom up the stairs and have taken the broken pieces of my fort to my room and begun anew. I have started a new utopia in my room; I've begun to board the stairs with mattresses so I can hold my territory, and not have a horrible repeat of what happened with the fallen box fort. (May it R.I.P.) I have named my room the 'upstairs territory" and I feel this new fortress built in my room is impenetrable. The food should be ok for now though the one they call "pizza man" still will not answer my prayers or my calls. The¼/span>white death¼/span>seems to be fading slightly and many rumors have occurred what will happen next. So I've decided to enact a state of Marshall Law throughout¼/span>Lancaster, and we'll go from there. Someone please for the love of god bring me a pizza.