Dwindling Supplies

My ribs are feeling better (but not great). I’ve packed up almost everything I’m taking…there really isn’t much.

Justin, Still an Asshole

I’ve looked all over, the keys to the truck aren’t here.  Justin must have him.  Luckily he hasn’t moved on.  What is left of him is shuffling around across the street.

Not Much Left

Justin did a number on our supplies.

Time to Regroup

I’m alone again.

Ow

It’s Jim Rhodes, still alive (if not well).

I’ve not been bitten, but I been severely beaten. House is secure. For now I’m going to get myself in order and see how much damage Justin did.

Do not adjust your televisions, I am in control

So, this is ol Jimbo’s little faggot diary?

This is where he writes his god damned lies.  What right does he have to judge me. If not for me and Jacks he would’ve died MONTHS ago.  I told Jacks that we should’ve let him die and taken this place – but she was always the humanitarian.  I guess she’s not anymore, since she’s not human anymore.

THAT FUCKING PANTY WASTE – MY WIFE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM. NO – SHE’S NOT DEAD, SHE’s UN FUCKING DEAD.  If that useless liberal asshole knew how to handle a weapon it would’ve been HIM that was out there with me instead of Jacks.

I’m sorry baby…I’m sorry I let you down…sorry we weren’t able to save the kids, or you. Sorry for being such a failure. I’m not going to fail again sweetheart.  I’m coming out to see you. As for ol’ Jimbo, I think I’ll just leave the doors open and him hogtied. He’ll be a nice little smörgåsbord for the dumbfucks.

To all of Jame’s loyal readers, feel free to stop by and put a bullet in his useless fucking head.

Adios,

Justin Walter Billings

It’s Go Time.

Unthinkable

He didn’t kill Jackie.

Negotiations

Justin came to me today to talk.  The conversation was not good.

Increased strain

Justin & I are still here. The last few days have been tough in terms of communication, but it seems to be back for now. There has been no change in Justin’s status. Actually, that’s not true….things are getting worse.

We went from barely talking to NOT talking and he is spending most of the time in the basement.  I haven’t dared intrude on “his domain”  He took all the guns downstairs with him.  There wasn’t a confrontation. He just did it.

I’m fairly certain that if I said anything I wouldn’t be here right now.  For all intents & purposes I’m a prisoner now.