DeTrious

Dave really screwed us over when he left.  He took nearly half of our supplies.  We’ve hit a few abandoned houses and a gas station since, but nothing to recover the loss.  Only surviving.  Hell, I’ve been defending myself with an axe lately to conserve ammo.  A sword would be better, but I can’t find anything stronger than those decorative ones in the mall.  Might as well use a piece of broken steel, as dull as they are.  What I wouldn’t do for a high-carbon steel katana.  Maybe one day.

To be honest, I can’t blame this all on Dave.  I mean, he took a shitload when he left, but we haven’t had a surplus of supplies since the very beginning.  I remember shooting off round after round not giving a shit about ammo.  Robbie used to shoot anything that moved, then shoot it again for the fun of it.  Then he’d play target practice with the dead ones.  We’d go searching for ghouls just to hand ‘em a lead shower.  We’d toss grenades off the roof just to see how many kills we could get at once.  Yeah, things seemed easier then.  We got into some shitty spots, but it was cool.  It was almost fun.

Sooner or later we’re going to have to head through more populated areas.  Everyone is edgy, cause they know it’s coming.  We need food, we need everything.  I keep having dreams about strolling around a grocery store with a train of carts filled with nonperishables.  I can’t wait ’til we come across an army surplus store or a gun shop.  Shit, I hope I live that long.  Wouldn’t that be something?

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