The apartment complex we’re going through today is one where a lot of my
friends used to live when I was a teenager. I don’t even really think
it’s worth checking. I can’t imagine finding anything of value
except maybe a half-empty bottle of tequila. Which is pretty much
all we find except nine bodies already shot in the head & seven we
need to put down; I don’t recognize any of them. Almost every apartment
has already been broken into, but it must have been early on because there
are a few cans of food, but no tv’s or vcr’s or stereos. One of the
apartments on the top floor has two dead bolts on it that my brother breaks
out with a sledgehammer. There’s a body on the floor lying between
a couch & a coffee table with a beer bottle shoved through its left
eye socket & I just get the feeling that this was an actual murder
rather than some kind of self-defense. There’s some fully automatic
rifles & ammunition in one of the bedroom closets. Also in the
closet is god only knows how much cash. It seems to me if you were
this good of a thief or drug dealer or whatever that you would live in
a better neighborhood. Maybe this is from one of the bank robberies
that happened in the first couple weeks when police were busy with zombies
& people thought things might get back pretty close to normal &
stores were still selling things for money. Maybe all the bank robberies
helped to cause the end of the use of money. After three weeks the
militia was formed here & they’d shoot any looters as well as the dead
& I bet the me of then would shoot the me of now.
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