Aug. 22, 2009 - 6:33am

Finally, some contact with one of my closest friends, through an RRC chat. Tough as nails this kid.

But it is what he wrote that is the most disturbing. Read for yourself.

- Communications from an RRC Chat with Dan P.

Nothing is the same now, since the 24hr curfew, this apartment complex is like a prison. Its hot as hell in here and I'm beginning to lose hope on the electric. The cops all disappeared this morning and even stranger those damn helicopters vanished. I wish they had stayed, the chilling sounds from F bldg are deafening. It really smells like a giant dumpster in here and its hard to breath. I drilled a few more vent holes threw the timbers blocking the windows.... well before the batteries went dead for good. Im glad they lasted this long. Looks like the fire in C bldg finally burned itself out too. Christ!!!! WTF!!!!! Im LOSING MY MIND!!!!!!Who the fuck is banging on the hall door!!!......I cant take it anymore! The moaning sound is strange but I think I know what it is and if im right its only gonna get worse. I have to know.......and its now.

- End of communications

Aug. 22, 2009 - 12:01am

Im feeling very vulnerable with my windows exposed, the doors are strong though. But its the windows that are the week point to this house. The wife is on supply detail, tallying up all the food and water we currently have in the house. When was the last time we went food shopping at BJ's Wholesale Club? Last week?

I can tell she is worried about our external situation outside of our front door, but she doesn't show it. I try to not reveal my sense of panic it either. Nothing new to report on the TV, however two channels that where broadcasting last night are currently white static. There is something screaming inside me saying this situation outside is going to get worse before it gets better.

As I write this now, my Yugoslavian m-72 RPK with a 75 round drum mag in the well, is sitting beside me. Giving off its comforting look of wood and parkerized steel. Im hoping its presence alone will drive away any looters. About an our ago, a guy came sprinting full tilt down my street, hopped my neighbors clean white picket fence and dissapered behind the row of homes. Was that blood on his shirt? It must have just been my imagination.

Something was definately chasing that man, but it did not follow him down my street.

I really need to get in touch with my family and friends.