Nov. 11, 2022

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.

We had to make sure the zombies couldn’t get up here. I knew they would find us, and they did. We hear them banging against walls. Moaning and groaning. This is different from being in a tree. From a tree you could see what they were doing. From here we can’t see anything. There is a small window, which is only good for giving us the outside light. Morning has come and none of us have slept. Just sat here all night listening. Once more light came into the room it was a horrifying site. The two people were practically bones. How they were alive I have no idea. Quick kept checking to make sure they were alive. He couldn’t believe it either. There was food and water up here at one time. Of course not now. I just realized. I don’t want to end up like these people. We are out of here.