Yesterday I just hunkered down in place and watched around my house with my binoculars from a shaded upstairs window. The entire neighborhood has descended into chaos. It reminded me of why I never enjoyed zombie movies. The people running, screaming, stealing, raping, killing and dying. All of humanities best and most fun activities when the world is turning into a giant ball of flaming shit. The worst comes out in most people when the shit hits the fan, especially if it hits hard enough to break off the fan blades.I spent time looking at maps trying to determine my best option of where to go that would be the best place to fight these things and find like minded people. Denver International Airport came to mind because of the underground tunnel system that could house a lot of people safely. I also remember hearing that food and water had been stored down there in case of an emergency and it would make a good base of operations for us to help in the fight against these undead freaks. I have decided to head for there and hope that I find some people on the way to help to survive and fight. Of course, this could be a fantasy and everyone might be as lawless as those between the Detention Center and here. I will have to continue to hope for the best, but I am pretty sure that it will be worse than I think it will be.
Last night was really bad here. Gun shots rang out all night from every direction and distance. I listened to a choir of screams; for help, from fear and from pain. Cars raced around with no discernible destination in mind, just anywhere but here. What was the point? Anywhere but here is just as bad as here anyway.
For about an hour, I thought about suicide. Then I pulled myself out of my funk and continued planning for my drive to the Denver International Airport. I think it will be best to drive during daylight. I will be able to see any obstacles and undead ahead of time and will be able to avoid anything needed quicker. If I drove at night, I would have to use the lights and would make me visible from farther away.
Time to eat and sleep again so I can leave at first light tomorrow. It's about 258 miles from here to my destination. That used to take a little over 3 and a half hours but judging from my drive home from the Detention Center, it will take more than 12 hours. I will scavenge on the way for whatever I find that I don't have. This will include food, water and gas to keep the truck going. I will write again as soon as I can safely do so. I don't care if anyone ever reads this. I need to put this stuff down to get it out of my head a little bit and get a little distance and perspective.
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