It’s now the seventh week of the COVID-19 outbreak. Electricity has been out for nearly a month, and I’m running low on ammunition and gun oil. The looting has slowed now that the virus has fully taken hold. Some joker set up a solar panel in a tree to play It’s the End of the World on a loop all day long. I can only hope he died in agony shortly thereafter. I’ve considered cutting down the tree, but don’t want to waste the battery for my chainsaw in case the zombies come back. I’d ask you to tell my family I love them, but I know none of us will survive this. If only I’d hoarded more toilet paper.