Day 89

Very hungry right now. The last of the edible food ended a few days ago and I have been living on expired crisps and stale water. One good thing is my cast iron stomach allows me to eat it with no problems, unfortunatly for Steve he has been hugging a bucket. I keep winding him up with a silly joke that keeps our morale up, whenever he throws up I shout out "bulimia, twice the taste, half the calories."  It catches him out everytime because he is laughing while blowing chunks and he finds it a huge effort keeping his regurgitations within the bucket and not spraying carrots all over his trousers. It is also entertaining when we have to empty the bucket, the smell is enough to make me puke because I just cannot deal with sick in any form, however we lean out the living room window, wait for a zombie to stroll under and empty the bucket. They stink like a dead rotting cat at the best of times, but added with Steves stomach lining really makes them a treat for the nose. It is a good thing they are so dumb, because they don't think to look up, and even if they did, we always quickly duck inside. If their nasal senses still work it must be hell to walk around with that odor. The humor quickly wears off, because we know that we have to go out and look for more food which always places us in danger, with Steve getting weaker from hunger and food poisoning it never seems like a good idea to go fighting our way through hordes of the dead. We decided that the best place to go to start with is over the fences of the houses in our street, and bag up the fruits and vegetables people have been growing in our pretty bad summer weather. It may not be bagged, but its still edible food which is good enough for us. If Steve is feeling a bit better in the next few days we plan on making it out on Sunday, this also depends on how badly our hunger punishes our will to wait. Hopefully we will be able to make a success out of it and not draw any attention to ourselves or get caught up in a horde. We have been keeping a close eye on the street and it has been very quiet, you get a few zombies wander by each hour, but not enough to cause a problem. In fact if we time it right and keep our eyes open, we may even be able to get out and back in without anyone seeing us at all.
The danger may be much lower than going to town, but we can't let ourselves fall into the false sense of security as this is when you get caught out. I will be taking my gun as an absolute last measure, Steve pulled down the shower curtain pole in the bathroom to use as a bat. Its not tough, but is enough to send a message to the skull if delivered hard enough. We just have to hope that everything goes smoothly, maybe later in the week we can keep our eyes out for some solar panels.