Friday, 11 April

Day 1

1 pm
I arrive from college to my dorm and ready myself for an entire week-end devoid of janitorial services. Since earlier this morning no one has cleaned the bathroom, the hallways or emptied any trash bins. Signs of degradation are already visible. I can only hope that these days pass quickly. Jim and Steven have helped stockpile food, water and toilet paper, but it's not the supplies that worry me.

3 pm
From the five working toilets in the bathroom we are now down to three. One had been left in such a way that sitting on it implied the risk of catching a rare, hard to pronounce disease. Butinfectiousbypoopotosis. Steven says it won't be long now until all of them are the same... or worse.

5:20 pm
Someone stole a trash bin and emptied its contents on the hallway. The smell is hard to stand, a combination of spoiled food and soda drinks. The cockroaches refuse to get near it. We try to stay inside our room as much as possible, entertaining ourselves by making shadows on the wall with our hands in the shape of animals. I can only make a bird.

10:22 pm
The walls in the bathroom have all been smeared with tomato juice into the shape of pentagrams. Jim said it has started, then ripped open a bag of chips with his teeth. Steve made a pillow fort in a corner of the room and now refuses to come out. He has a blanket over his head and his hands are cupped to his eyes like a pair of imaginary binoculars. We worry about him.

11:54 pm
I think I heard hums coming from the other side of the door. They sounded kind of like people practicing yoga or something. I didn't bother waking the others. Me and Jim still don't have any pillows to sleep on because of Steve, but if we try to take any away he gets very angry and starts swinging a butter knife while making light-saber sound effects with his mouth. Where the hell did he get that? We don't even have any butter.


Day 2

Saturday, 12 April

5:30 am
A terrifying shriek echoed across the hallway, too distinct to call it a nightmare. We do not dare exit the relative safety of our room to find out what has happened. When I glanced at the windows I noticed that they had been boarded shut from the outside. Jim tried to act it cool but considering how long it took him to open another bag of chips with those shivering hands I can tell he is rattled. Steve found a cockroach and has taken it up as a pet, naming him Sir Moopy. He then let us have half a pillow, I assume having cut it earlier with the butter knife.

11:00 am
Since outside is no longer safe, we had to use the sink inside our room as a toilet. That diet of junk food didn't go so well on us and.. our sink is now clogged. The stench is horrible. Sir Moopy has vanished, but the insect leg stuck in Steve's teeth hints about his whereabouts. I think I hear scratches at the door, going to investi

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