Never made it back up the tree house. Don’t want to
know. Just told them to get what they think we would need if we are going, and
lets get out of here. If not, spare me some stuff and I’m off. They waited to
the last minute, but finally left. If they eventually tell me what happened
fine. If not, fine. Told them zombies must die no matter who they were. So if
one of them turns, I’m not babysitting them.
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Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Sept. 29, 2022
Slept
in the house last night. Dangerous move, but the kids didn’t come down
yesterday and I didn’t want to pressure them. Found a safe place in the mess. I
think. About to go see what is going on. Hopefully they are alive, and made the
right decision
Friday, April 20, 2012
Sept. 28, 2022
Made it to the tree house. Something wrong did happen
here. Blood. Some body parts. Poor kids. It couldn’t have been easy that day.
Neither is it easy being here now. I can see it on their faces. Shockingly,
their friend that was sick is still here. Very weak. Barely moved, but a zomb.
Never saw one that couldn’t get up and attack. At least one with 2 legs. Like
it knew it wanted to attack, but resisted some how. He just moaned. Could swear it wanted to talk, but it
must have been my imagination. Weird. Boys were unsure what to do with it. I
knew what I wanted to do, but left it up to them. Gave them a chance to deal
with it, and went back down to get a closer look at the carnage. Quick
definitely got in a few shots. Bullets to the head in some zombs. I went into
the house. Very curious about it. All kinds of junk here. Like the kids
collected everything from the neighborhood and threw it in this house. Big
storage unit. Not a bad idea. You never know what you are going to need. Stuff
you never thought could be a weapon could suddenly become one. It is a shame we
will leave this stuff behind. If only we had a moving van. Ha Moving van!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Sept. 25, 2022
James said the best way they knew how to survive would be to treat this like a video game. Most of them played games every day. Made them good at things like shooting. Quick was always the best at that. He just had to get used to the weight of the gun. And the power. Others were good at strategy. Like hiding these supplies, and the tree house. If I only knew it was that easy. Everyone that has survived to this point has a way that works for them. Otherwise, we would all be dead by now, and the zombs would rule.