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!  

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