((IC journal of Brett Riggs, currently located on his desk in his apartment, usually open to the most recent page. Everything is written in messy print-cursive in black ink, with occasional smudges from writing too quickly.))

Day … whatever,

I’ve been in this town for a few months now, longest I’ve been in any town since the End Of The World™ started. Don’t really know why I started walking out this way, maybe I figured it’d be warmer, and there’d be less rednecks towards the west than if I went south. Never took well to the humidity anyway.

Not like this town’s much better, but being an island, there’s a slight shortage of crazy (not too much) that most other places tend to attract in large groups. Guess having to cross a narrow bridge will put most folks off…though it hasn’t seemed to stop raiders and these merc assholes from rollin’ on in. Guess nothing will if they’re determined. Mercs haven’t bothered me yet, so honestly I’m not worried. I’m not threatening…right? Eh.

Lot’s of stuff happened since I got here, none I’m in much a mood to write about, maybe later. Funny thing though, I’m working in a whore house up the way and it’s honestly the most stable job I’ve held since high school, which is fucking sad, in a way. Took the zombie apocalypse to get me in a real job. Even if I haven’t managed to get any customers. I’m just cleaning the place like I used to do elsewhere, so nothing out the ordinary. Strangely enough.

Got an apartment…well, a room with a bed and a place to wash my face and store my shit – which is plenty good to me. If this place had a lease for me to sign, would’ve been the first time my name was on one. Almost sad paperwork isn’t important now, would’ve liked to sign my first lease. Got my own place, anyway. No more crashing with weirdos or people I’ve met off the street, so this is a major improvement. Managed to save more cash than I’ve ever had, working this prostitute job. Amazing what a lack of bills will do for your wallet.

The sun’s going down now, and it’s still early, I know. Hate this winter bullshit. I don’t have a proper coat…wonder how the winters in Cali are. Hope they’re warm…40s? 50s? Light jacket weather at worst. I’ll make it.

Think I might go to sleep, since I have a bed now. Dragged this mattress up a flight of stairs and tossed the first clean blanket I could find on it. It’s a damned miracle. Guess that’s it for now…I’ll write the rest tomorrow. Or when I get to it.