Journal:Spraycan Willy
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March 10
How I got my nickname
I grew up, Theodore Willis. Today my neighbors gave me a new name, Spraycan Willy. These are big guys, with big guns. I didn't take the chance to remind them, its Mr. Willis.
When I left the repair shop there really wasn't much there of use. I filled the pockets of my overalls with some paint, Cadillac white and mustang blue. Siphoning the fuel out of the Regal wasn't too hard. Somehow, I don't think its going to get fixed. The fuel will be better used in the generator. Its a nice rig. I really couldn't leave it behind. I had never kept any weapons at the shop, but my crowbar ought to be heavy enough to give a pretty good whack to one of them boogers.
Since the quarantine I've been squatting in a factory. When I got here there was one dead body. I put him outside. Too many of them just get up anymore, crazy and wild eyed, when you least expect it. One bit Tony. I haven't seen him since.
Some people have been boarding up their houses. The big guys leave their place open. It was some kind of museum before. Now they got it decked out. They had a pile of bodies outside. They said nobody even tries to pick them up anymore. I hope they don't nuke us. If I'm going to find my way out of this area, I'm going to have to keep moving while its daylight and find a place I can still get into before dark. I can't get stuck outside no matter what.
