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didn’t use any of the power tools. Noise is bad, and plus there’s no sense in wasting my gas. My supply is obviously limited, and it’s not like I’ve got more important shit to do. Handsaws for the win.
    I think I should probably fill in more details about my trip here though. There’s still so much story left just from the day the world fell apart. I’ll be talking about it in journal entries until Thanksgiving more than likely.
    So I think I said earlier that things happened so fast a plan was kind of impossible. Everything according to my plan had gone pretty much perfectly up until the shooting at Moore’s. And really, that incident didn’t change my plan at all. That was the first really fucked up thing I was sort of involved in that day, so I kind of look at that as the tipping point where things started to seriously come undone for me.
    So I left the gun shop and started to update my plan. I now had guns and ammo. The most important and useful things from my house were in my trunk and backseat, so all I needed to do was to check on my friends, and stock up on food. Non-perishable stuff of course. As I got off the side street Moore’s is on I saw the local agriculture store and it suddenly dawned on me I might need to grow food. I also noticed that the parking lot was almost empty so I made my first detour. Everyone in the store was huddled at the counter listening to the radio, and the news streaming out of it from NPR. I didn’t want to waste any time, as it was already starting to get late, so I just went straight to the seed display. I literally grabbed one little pouch of everything they had, and snagged one of those garden weasel dealies. I knew the grounds keeping equipment at the school would probably have whatever else I needed. I remember it took me asking about ten times before the chick running the register even realized I was waiting to pay. She rang me up totally wrong, and only charged me like 15 bucks for everything. I had enough cash, so I paid, took my bag and garden aero-ater thingamabob, and walked out totally unnoticed.
    All that shit went into the backseat and I was off again. When I was about to pull out of the parking lot one of the town ambulances flew by, headed down the road Moore’s was on. I assumed they were headed to deal with the shooting. Another one of our town’s finest was right on the ambulance’s ass as well. That was actually the last time I saw a cop. Weird now to think that it’s been months since I’ve seen a cop. Weird now to think that the dead come alive and feast on the flesh of the living too. Lols and whatnot.
    Sooo…. Our local chain grocery store is on the other side of downtown, about 3 miles or so from where I was. I knew it’d be a madhouse, but I really needed food. I drove just under the speed limit mostly because I wanted to scan the surroundings for weirdness. Oddly enough, I saw little. There were a lot of people packing their cars, and I saw a lot of dads and son out in the yard hammering nails into sheets of plywood covering windows. I saw one desperate dude hammering up a door over a window and had to laugh. I wonder still how many of those folks are still holed up in their houses. I haven’t done any tests, but I imagine a sheet of plywood wouldn’t last long against a bunch of the undead hitting it over and over. Granted, they are weaker than a person, but they don’t fucking get tired. The only “break” they take is to gnaw your flesh off your bones. Otherwise, they just keep at it, whatever it is they’re doing.
    Anyway, downtown was pretty tame. The power was still on, and I ran the red light cautiously in the center of town. There was no traffic, and I wanted to get to the store to get food before it was literally gobbled up. The final two miles to the store was more or less uneventful. I got passed on the road twice by jackasses driving giant pickup trucks. One of them flipped me off as he passed me on a solid yellow and I just