I got a lesson on what quick means. In more ways than one. We were attacked. Kids. Kid zombies. Fast kid zombies. So much for me protecting the boys. They did more protecting of me. Quick is quick. Quick with the gun. Took several down in a hurry with no wasted shots. James had his back as he shot. They have done this before. I killed a few too. I think. They were gone before we knew. James hurried us off into another home. In the basement. Said there would be more not far behind those. I knew there was more than I originally thought. They have supplies here. Food. Water. Few weapons. James said there were certain houses they kept stuff because they had good hiding places. Hiding the stuff from people like me that come through here. Said we were close. Now we just have to wait until zombies move away.
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sept. 20, 2022
Being around them reminds me of being around Violet. Not that I have done much taking care of them. Just being around kids again. There is something about it that brings out your better side. Wiser side. Protective side. Although I haven’t done any of that either. Mostly following their lead, and listening to them. But I have a sense of responsibility again. I’m not sure I like it. Could get me killed. Or them. Like the last kids I was around. That didn’t end the way I would have hoped. But that wasn’t me that hurt the most on that day.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sept. 19, 2022
So now I know why I can’t remember this boys name. Never said his real name. James just calls him Q. Yea Q. Short for quick. Not that quick is a long word. Long nickname. Don’t understand these kids. James said if we are unlucky, I will see just how quick he is. Wonder if he is a fast runner. I’m good at running away. He’s not a quick talker. Doesn’t say much to me. James talks to me some. Said to follow him. We are taking the long, but safer way there. Hopefully.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sept. 18, 2022
The boys feel a need to move from house to house slowly. That worries me. They know something I don’t. I think there were more of those kids then I saw. They did agree to move go back to the house. Collect what we can take, and move on. They clearly don’t want to stay here anymore. That worries me as well.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Sept. 16, 2022
Moving out in hour. Boys said good to go. Go where is another story. I mentioned my plan, and neither was happy. Looked at me funny. Thought they were going to attack me for a second. Then one called me out. Said I wanted their stuff. Yes and no. Need the stuff. But so do they. They might be thinking about staying. I’m not staying. Going with some of their stuff or not. Just need to know cause I need get moving again. It is up to them. Not going to fight them. One last check now before going.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Sept. 13, 2022
Woke up to the boys arguing. Think one is ready to move on, and the other isn’t. Sure neither is, but one is living in reality more than the other. Maybe hunger is setting in. They probably got use to having something to eat. Drink. Nothing for the last few days. Hopefully they figure it out soon. Was thinking about sneaking off, but don’t want them finding me. They won’t be happy.