May 7
Okay. Cool. I was watching out the window as a group of people moved through. They were complete badasses. Six of them, all with huge guns. They appeared almost flawless shots, dropping all the zombie fucks out in the street within seconds. Beautiful. I didn't want to risk the four floors to get down to them, but getting out of here would have been sweet.
Evening. News from Florida announces they are going off the air. They have to find shelter. The radio is the only form of news now. More zombies have crowded the street. Not as many as before, thank goodness. I wish I had a gun.