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that the candles would come in handy. I also have a small flashlight, but I will conserve the batteries. I keep the candles away from the windows since I don’t want to attract any unwanted attention. I wonder what started this chaos. I hope to find the answer someday soon. I probably should get ready for bed now. I don’t welcome the days ahead. The long days ahead are probably going to be fierce. Things won’t be comfortable for me. I really need to prepare for the worst.
    The days and nights have been awful. I feel like I’m the lone survivor in the world. I'm wondering where everyone else is. They must have all vanished at the same time. I really should keep myself busy, so I gaze out my apartment window to look for movement, but there is zilch. It’s like the world packed up and left without me. I have a million things racing through my mind. I think I should wander around my building to see if anyone is out there.
    On second thought, I’m too scared to go out there. I will stay indoors where it’s secure. I know that I can’t stay here forever, and I will have to face my fear eventually. My apartment door peephole shows pure darkness in the hallway. I’m happy that this madness didn’t happen in the winter. I wouldn’t want to freeze to death. I wonder what things will be like in the winter. It will probably be snowing within the next couple of months, so I will have to move sometime soon.
    I will need to find a house with a fireplace. I will have to build a fire for the cold days and nights. It gives me the chills just to think about winter. I should think about warmer weather.
    A few days have passed. The days and nights have gotten noticeably colder. Winter will be here soon, and I’m going to have to settle down somewhere before winter arrives. I miss showering and my hot baths. I don’t even use the toilet. I take my dumps in plastic bags, and then I toss them out of my apartment window.
    There must be a shitty mess on the ground down below. I have more than enough plastic bags stuffed in a closet from all the shopping that I’ve done. I wouldn’t want my own crap to smell up the apartment. I don’t look forward to leaving my apartment. I know that I will eventually have to grow a gigantic schlong. I will need to man up. I will soon have to leave my apartment in order to get supplies. I won’t just stay here and die.

        Episode 2
     
    Several weeks have passed, and it feels like it’s been a whole year. The nights are definitely getting chillier. It’s silent in my apartment, and I’m low on supplies. I’m surviving on my last cans of beans; however, I’ve become so sick of eating beans. I managed to ration my food and water very well. The sun is shining, but the apartment hallway is fully plagued by darkness. I should open the door to look in the hallway to make sure that things are safe. I take hold of my flashlight and kitchen knife, approach the apartment door, and I slowly turn the bolt to unlock the door. The lock makes a screeching sound.
    I don't know what is going to come at me once I open the door. I keep the door chain on for security, place my nervous hand on the doorknob, and slowly turn the doorknob. I can hear the squeaky noise of the doorknob as I turn it. My heart beats faster and faster. I breathe much heavier as I carefully pull the door open about a couple of inches.
    I just want a quick view of what is out there. The smell is horrific. The light that comes from my apartment illuminates the dark hallway. I quickly close and lock the door. I feel shivers creeping around my body as the unknown influences my imagination. I walk to the kitchen to get the last fat rolled up joint that is on my fridge. This is the perfect time to smoke it up since I need to relax, and it should help clear my head.
    I go to my couch to get comfortable, and I light up the fat joint. I can already feel it working. This is exactly what I need. I bet I can score some more weed in my