I haven't been able to write that last few days because I rescued a teenage girl while I was driving through Brule, Nebraska. When I saw her sitting at the top of the weird looking play structure, I felt like it was a chance to redeem myself, a little bit, for how I left the Detention Center. I feel very guilty for not trying to save the inmates. I might not have made it to more than one Pod and maybe I would have been killed. But, at least, I would have been able to say I tried if there is a Heaven.
I was driving through this really small town and there she was. Surrounded by a large group of what she calls moaners. I drew them away with loud music and my truck. Once she was clear, she got down and ran in the opposite direction from where I had drawn the moaners. I flipped a bitch and picked her up. She told me her name is Jenna and that she lives, or lived, with her grandparents, so I drove her home.
When we got there, I let her go in first because she said she was nervous her mother might be there and all drugged out. She wanted to check first and then warn me if needed. I heard her screaming and ran in behind her. She had found her grandfather in the living room and he was not longer the man who raised her. I had to shoot him in the head because he was moving towards her. The noise must have drawn her grandmother and mother from the kitchen area. The mother must have been the one who was infected and she came to her parents house. There was food all over the floor with the blood and little bits of insides. I had to shot both of them as well because they were going for the girl. She couldn't seem to stop screaming until she started throwing up. She had a complete break down and I feel bad, but I had to slap her to try to bring her back to herself. It didn't work right away.
What could I do? Leave her there with her dead relatives? I decided it would be best to take her with me for now. Maybe we will luck out and find someone who will take her in.Hopefully, there will be someone before the Denver International Airport. If not, maybe we will find someone there. That is, if we make it there. We still have over 185 miles to cover and there are moaners (as Jenna calls them) all the way there. I think tomorrow is a good time to find out how much she knows about firearms. I have a 9 mm pistol that should work for her. It is a little easier for her to handle than the .357 Magnum that I carry. We shall have to see how receptive she is to some training.
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