Moving Day! Although I never imagined I would be evicted from my own house by zombie stalker ex.
I gather all the things I can find that I need. Almost all of my art supplies are outside, exactly how I left it yesterday. It's a shame I couldn't finish this forest scenery painting. Maybe I'll try to hide it around the house, hopefully it doesn't get damaged. I found some space beside the stacked up firewood. It's sheltered enough but I still cover it with sheets. One day I just might come back and continue working on it, who knows.
I try to draw a scenery of every place I stayed at for the past 2 years, and I like to clean the place before I leave and hang the finished painting on the wall in the end. I'm not that good, some professionals would even say "it's not art", but I believe it's the best world has got now. That gives me some sort of mission, a higher purpose. But in the end leaving a trace of my humanity and my memory in places that I've rested will end up being proof that a civilized human was here. In the end everybody will die, humanity will go extinct in about another 50 years or so. Zombies, I don't know how many more years they'll last.
My favorite piece hangs on the wall of an abandoned hotel room overlooking the ruined city scenery. The city looks so dusty and gray, with a glance it's very quiet and sleeping. I loved painting the lifeless atmosphere to every detail that I spent almost a month drawing. I even made a custom frame from the broken tables and chairs lying around in the lobby. It's been a while since I've been to that area. It's a little far from here, 5 days of travel give or take. There's 1 small city to gather food and supplies in between. I can just take the forest road there, so there's a small chance of running into our Z buddies, and I can hide behind lots of stuff like trees and tall grass. It's a perfect destination, perfect travel route and I have most of my stuff here with me ready to go.
The small city was 41 km away from my old house. It'll roughly take about 11 hours to get there. I have to find a secure shelter as fast as possible since I know I'll be so fucking tired when I finally get there. And I get frustrated and dumber than normal when I'm like that. It'll be around midnight when I reach the outskirts of the city. It's better to not go into the city that deep at night, and explore it at my own pace tomorrow morning after some well deserved rest.
I have faced death today and escaped from it. Physically I can't relax yet but I deserve some mental rest after all that struggle. I like to imagine I'm at my bucket list destination whenever I need to get my mind off of something. For example: If I get bitten somewhere close to a sex shop, I've decided that I'll dress as a dominatrix, ideally almost naked and turn into zombie in that getup. I'll be sure to gag myself with a ball or something so I don't pass the virus, but as a plot twist, I'll scotch tape something sharp like swords or knives to my forearms. Even in death I'll be annoying to kill and hopefully become somebody's sexy nightmare or trauma.
It's funny how normally I imagine my death. At least I try to make it funny forcefully or I just shut down. The first year was like that. Death and zombies everywhere. As a woman I was also more afraid of running into other survivors as well. What if they rob or rape me? I have many holes and above average attractive looks even if my fashion sense is 0. I'm sure men would love to have a women to fuck even if it means raping. That's about the hope I have for men nowadays.
It's funny how that hasn't changed much since when I was a teenager. I always used to carry a retractable blade in my pocket or in my bag. I know I was paranoid and it's a weird habit to have even when I'm in my 20s.
"But who knows when it'll become handy" I think, as I grasp the sharp tool in my pocket, I start walking towards the next place I would call "Home".