Day 420: Something strange happened last night. I don’t know what time, and I don’t much care. I was scribbling it all down in this notebook so fast I can hardly read my own writing. I’ve written about the events leading up to it, but the conversation is in its originally taken form—forgive the shoddy [...]

Day 419: Apparently, the El Paso mall has very good locks—but not good enough to keep us out. We’ve hit the biggest jackpot in months. Here’s how it happened. We were all out looking for food and supplies and stuff, and hadn’t found anything. I started to get grumpy, but the kid noticed and walked [...]

Day 418: It’s been one week since I’ve written. That goes to show just how quickly people change. I’ll tell you about it. So we’re in El Paso. We haven’t heard chanting for three days, and even then it was hardly close by. At the moment we’re holed up in what used to be a [...]

Day 411: What’s the use of even keeping a log anymore? Nothing to say other than this: We’re all going to die out here alone and there’s nothing anybody can do to stop it except me. But I don’t care. So. The End.

Day 410: Four hundred and ten days. But who cares. God? Nope. That’s what I used to think. I just don’t care any more. I’ll keep this little group going until we’re all dead but I don’t give a rip whether or not we find other survivors. I might kill Jake. Lindy’s as a good [...]