I finally got my gun. Now what do I do? I still haven’t shot the damned thing. I’ve taken it apart and put it back together at least eight times. I understand how it works and what I need to do with it. But I still haven’t shot the damned thing.

I don’t need it for the rotters, one swift knock in the back of the head with my trusty tire iron has always done just fine. Sure a gun would be quicker and more efficient but damn it bullets are fucking pricey. And I don’t know, as numb as I’ve become to the walking flesh we got around here, I still can’t help but think that they used to be human too. And using a gun just seems so…. violent? I don’t know if that’s what it is, but it damned sure don’t feel right.

I need to get to hunting but like I said bullets are expensive, and I don’t want to waste them. Gonna need to get some lessons in or something, so I know how to aim and don’t waste them. I’ve been ok on food lately, I’m still avoiding the diner because of that greedy pig working over there. Brooke says I got a free meal waiting on me but I still ain’t been by. I did get some snacks from the Smart to tide me over, that Dale chick set me up real nice. Don’t know if she gave me a deal because I fixed her window, or if that’s a regular thing. I’ll have to find out.

I guess I feel a little safer now that I have a gun, at least it’s there if that fuckin psycho ever tries to mess with me again. Don’t know if I’ll be able to shoot it when the time comes, but I’m sure if I had to I would. If nothing else I’m a survivor.