I went into the drink again.  Well, kind of.  I took Gimpy’s boat, it isn’t like he was going to need it, and I sure as the fuck did.  I can’t stay on the island like I used to, there are just too many memories here.  People I used to talk to over coffee are now undead assholes, and I can’t take it anymore.  I had to get away, I simply had to.  So, I remembered Gimpy’s old fishing boat from when people first started to show up on the island.  I went own the coast, when I realized that fuel was getting low.  I stopped in some ass-crack town, I never did catch the name.  I just kept going south and keeping the shore to one side.  But, I needed fuel, and I was almost out of smokes.

I damn near killed myself trying to get that fucking boat docked.  It wasn’t as easy as Gimpy had made it look.  I tore the shit out of the side of that boat, but it wasn’t taking on water.  I stepped off the boat feeling battered down and tired.  I thought I was dead right there, but I managed to move on, and keep going.. There were dead everywhere.  I had to fight and fight, and fight some more.  I dont know how I managed to get out of it, but I broke both of my side handles in the process.  Which is too bad, because I loved those fucking things.  I managed to fuel the boat up, but.. I had no idea where I was going to go next.  I stayed on the shore eating gimpy’s supplies.  Just waiting for something to strike me.  Where I was going to go, or what I was going to do.  Every time I thought of something it seemed wrong.. What would make me think that Mexico had no outbreak?  That is just stupid… The boat is too small to go over seas. I would never make it.

I started to scavage supplies from some of the better looking boats in the harbor.  Why I didn’t just steal one I dont understand, but I didnt want to give up the rusty old tub.  I wonder where he got it? I have no idea.  I was in one fancy looking ship, that seemed to have been there or a while, like a house boat or some shit. It was long and sleek and white like fresh snow back home in the mountains..

I found food there, good food, better than anything I had tasted even before the outbreak.  I also found some cigars.. Expensive stuff.. I thought about stealing that boat.. It was stocked for the high seas… I wanted it.. But, then I checked out the upstairs.  What I found was, I dont think as shocking as it was sad.  There was a woman tied up and naked on the bed.  She wasnt a woman anymore.. She had been turned into one of them.  She was pretty when she was alive.

I remember thinking that most of all.. She was young, rich and attractive, but that didnt save her from he fate.  Nothing saves people from this shit.. it is just what it is.. I was so lost in thought I didnt realize that there were three male naked undead coming in for the kill.. They almost had me, but all I could do was laugh, because it was like something out of a terrible porn movie.  I ran from them and they chased me.  I finally jumped off the boat and hit the board walk.

Now, days later I am back home.. In the hospital.. The boat is fucked, well it might be fucked.. I have to deal with that guy calling himself Sheriff, he isnt the sheriff any more than I am the pope.. I want to call bullshit, but what good would it do? What good does any of shit shit do? screw it.. Im taking a nap.