Night
of hell. That is what that was. James woke us up when he noticed people out in
the field. Running back to one of the homes. Just as we were ready to go check
it out we saw more out there. Zombs. Were following them. Right up to the
house, and were trying to get in. The kids wanted to help. I said no. Did they
listen? ? ? Damn kids never listen. Went running right outside. I watched. I
watched as more zombs came behind them, and trapped them between themselves and
the ones trying to get in the house. They opened fire killing most of them. Big
mistake. More came out of the woods. I yelled for them to run. Mistake for me.
They ran right back inside and then we had zombs at our door. Did the people in
the other house come to save us? I tried to warn them. There is no reward for
bravery out here. First thought was hide where the survivors were hiding but
that didn’t appear to work for them. The boys looked around and found an attic.
Can’t believe we missed that before. Also can’t believe we found two people.
Barely alive. Couldn’t even speak. Just laying there barely moving. All we
could do was make sure that they were not zombies.
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Saturday, July 21, 2012
Nov. 11, 2022
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Nov. 6, 2022
Food. Food. Food. Nothing like disgustingly old rotten
food. With worms, and all kinds of nasty little creatures on it. Near dead
bodies too. I don’t care. I ate everything I could. The boys weren’t as eager,
but that is their choice. Farms seem to always have food hidden somewhere. I
don’t think this was a fruit and vegatable farm, but they had some trees which
is where I’m guessing they got it from. None with anything on them now. I was
disappointed. Still happy to eat. Happy to deal with stomach pain later. No
different than any day.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Nov. 5, 2022
James isn’t handling seeing all the death very well. I
don’t think you ever get fully used to seeing death, but it doesn’t bother me
as much now. What bothers me more is going through homes, and putting the
pieces of the people’s lives together. Pictures are the worse. Seeing all the joyous
moments. Meaningful moments. Loved ones together. All gone now. Kids rooms with
toys. Baby rooms with cribs. Painted themed walls. Teddybears. Princesses. I
found James more than once standing in front of a baby room. Just staring
inside. I don’t think he went inside. He must have lost a baby brother or
sister. I feel for him, but said nothing. I can’t take his pain away. No one
can. There is no one