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03:27am 04/10/2006
  OK, so here's the deal, right? I'm crashing on the floor of one of my ex-roomates. The alleged landlord of my alleged new apartment assures me I'll be able to start moving in tomorrow, but he has assured me that I woul;d be able to move in on the first of last month, some time in the middle of last month, some time towards the end of last month, This past Saturday, This past Monday, and today.

All of my stuff is sitting in the open-air carport of my previous residence, as is all the stuff belonging to my girlfriend. If we don't have it out of there by tomorrow night, I've been assured that it will be out of there the following morning, and that our cats, which are also waiting for our apartment to open, will be turned over to a shelter. None of this is out of any sort of necessity, mind you, but rather a last bid for power by the asshole I used to pay rent to.

I'm still out of work as a result of my broken hand, though it's good enough to do anything that doesn't require either the use of strength, or the use of either my pinky or ring finger.

On a bright note, we've been told we can store our things, if need be, in the storage units of the people we're staying with, and a temporary home can be found for our cats by the end of tomorrow night. Shit. make everything I've stated as tomorrow into today.

This sucks. Quite a bit. And yet, it's better than living in Hell House. Go fig.		  
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this has been keeping me awake.   
03:35am 04/10/2006
  The past two weeks were hell. First, everyone got sick. Then, most of everyone died. Before the electricity went out, they said on the news that everyone left was still a carrier for the virus. The survivors? you were all still burying the dead when it really started to get bad. You remember first hearing nothing above the rain, and the sounds of crying and digging.

Then something else. It spread from the front of the new cemetary, where the pallet trucks carried the bodies of those who had succumbed to the illness.

Screams. Terror. You'd never heard it before, but it spoke to something wired deep within your brain. An animal part of you you didn't even realize had existed. You recognised it at once.

Frozen in place, you watched at those close enough to know what happened, but far enough away to escape, flew past you in blind stricken terror. Like a statue, you watched as a girl who you knew in elementry school slid in the mud, directly into the grave you had been digging moments before. You heard her neck snap.

Slowly, the nature of the migration changed. No longer running, the people coming towards you now were limping, shuffling, shambling. You saw faces you recognised. Faces which you knew had not been here to dig holes. Faces who had been here to fill them.

Beyond that? Of that night, only flashes. You remember the weight of your shovel. You remember the dispassionate face of a once-beautiful woman as the blade of your spade cleaved in in half. You remember vomiting in a moment of quiet into a gutter. You remember running. You remember running. you remember laughter, hoarse and distant, and then realizing it was your own. You remember running...

Two weeks later, and still everything is pretty much screwed. Last night, someone got the High-school's satellite dish to work long enough to discover that the entire tri-county area is quarantined. They know you're in here. They know you're all carriers. people who try to leave don't get shot. They get incinerated.

Those of you left have started a kind of tribe. The School's run out of food, and the tribe voted you and three others to go out and find some. But hey, look on the bright side, as least now you've got a proper weapon. Shame you've never fired a rifle before....		  
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