My neighbor didn’t answer the door.

I guess he’s not home. I got curious, so I ended up knocking on others…I’m alone on the 4th floor, you guys. Not one person answered their door.

Granted, I wasn’t super loud or anything, but I know they could’ve heard me. I even tried to say it was me from room 403. Nothing. I mean this is the city, I could understand that people would evacuate as fast as possible, but really? Not one person hunkered down like me?

So that was a bummer, but not without the possibility of a little adventure. I’m going to break into my neighbors’ apartments. Donna already approved, so screw it. I think it’s a pretty good idea.

But this way, I can get as many supplies as possible. If everybody really left, then all of this stuff is just gonna go to waste…wouldn’t you break in too?

That’s what I thought.

So other than that, I still haven’t heard from my Aunt Joan. Honestly, it’s sad…and I cried about it last night…but she could be dead. And that’s just the hard truth with what’s happening out there, there’s no build-up, there’s no music to warn you that something bad is about to happen, no protagonist to save the day…

Just death. Swift and inevitable death.

Kinda morbid, I know. I think I’m becoming more numb, desensitized to death and violence, blood and gore…and it’s only day 3. Shit, that’s not good, is it?

I still haven’t gone outside, well, other than my balcony, but I hope I don’t have to confront a zombie any time soon.

The news is still on, which gives me hope that things can get better, and I’ve heard safe zones are still accepting people. So things could look up, but they also might get worse. Guess we’ll find out.

Not a crazy post today, but hey, I’ll keep you updated. Tomorrow, I begin my adventure of breaking into my neighbor’s apartments! I’ll tell you how it goes in my next post.

Stay safe out there everyone, good night, and god bless.

Izzy signing off.