Angry Bird

by Thadius0


June 11th - 24 pills left

Hell...hello journal. In the absence of Henry being here to record things in you, I'll do it.

So, I, uh, went through the journal and made a few observations out loud to the others, even going so far as to snoop in Henry's things to find his pill bottle. Not like I could open it with these hooves of mine, but now we all know that Henry isn't joking when he said he was medicated.

We've all agreed that when he returns, we're going to have to have words with him. Namely about why he didn't tell us he was medicated and what he was planning to do when he ran out.

Fortunately, Skippy was left behind from Henry's little lion-hunt, and while he probably be much good in a fight, he's better than nothing.

Chris and Yvonne tended to the garden while I watched from on top of the roof, careful not to step on any of the solar panels while I maneuvered into position. Henry was right, this is boring...

I debated going out to look for supplies before deciding against it. I might have a few choice words for him when he comes back, but for all his faults, I felt...safer, around Henry and his guns than when he wasn't here.

Speaking of, there has got to be a way for us to use them. We can't just let Henry have the monopoly on guns. We need the ability to use them as well. Maybe if we modified them a little? I don't know how we'd do it, but I'm sure if we put our brains together, we could come up with something.

Most of our time was spent looking out from the top of the museum and listening to the radio, with occasional breaks for water or the port-a-potties. Wait, I see something coming down the road. It's...

...Wow, Henry has seen better days. It looks like he got in a fight with a chainsaw. I'm just gonna turn this off and stick it back in his things, hope he doesn't notice...


Motherfuckin' yeah!

Killed all those lions!

I'll talk about it more tomorrow. Right now I'm gonna rest and hope we can find a hospital easily. Gonna need some fuckin' bandages to hold myself together. That and some goddamn medical supplies.

Henry, peacin' out.