We have been staying at the church food bank in Brule for the last few days and I didn't have to hint about training me in how to use the guns, Williams suggested it himself.
We have been here for four days, including today. I have been practicing with targets and how to clean one of his little pistols. I have gotten better at target practice so today Williams said we are going to go back to the school so I can try shooting at undead targets. He told me last night at dinner and I have been scared to go back, but he said we would stay in the truck. It's still really early, so I am going to write about this now so I can read it when we get back and see how reality compares with how I feel I will do.
Williams spent yesterday afternoon filling some bags with sand from the church playground and using them to build a "nest", as he puts it, for me to shoot from. He is going to stay in the drivers seat in case we need to leave in a hurry. I am really nervous about shooting at people I used to know, even if they are undead moaners now. What will I do if I see Father Jameson? I don't think I could shoot him even if he is not himself anymore. He was always to nice to me.
I hope when we get to the school the "Bod Squad" are still around. They made my life hell sometimes, so I would like a chance to shoot one of them now that they are undead moaners. Not that they didn't moan a lot before all this started. All they seemed o do was shop, put on makeup, make out with jocks, make fun of people and complain about everything!
I am looking forward to getting better and better at shooting. I never thought I would say that. I was not into guns, hunting or even the outdoors before, well before. I actually like shooting at stuff. It makes me feel more confident in myself and feel like I can defend myself and Williams if I need to. We have been really care to go out a few miles for target practice so we don't draw them back to where we are staying. Last night was the first night that we saw a moaner near the church. Williams says it means that we will need to leave soon. I am just glad that the food was still here but it makes me think that no one at the school made it out. Everyone in town knew that for any emergency or disaster, the church food bank would be where the food was stored to send where it needs to go. So, if someone had made it out of the school alive, they would have had to come here to stock up on supplies. But it looks like no one has been here since the last time Father Jameson was here to get food for the people at the school. There was a fine dust on all the floors when we got here and no footprints in it at all. There was also some dust starting to show up on the tops of the cans, which would not have been allowed if the Father was still alive. It would have made him angry that no one was taking care of stuff, that is, if he could still feel anything but hungry. I didn't see him in the school cafeteria building when I was in there and he did not come out with the "Bod Squad" when I was running for my life. I hope that if he did die, or became undead, or whatever, I hope that it was fast and he didn't suffer.He was always nice to us, Gran, Pops and I. Unlike a lot of other people in town, he didn't treat me like I had the plague because my mother was not married and refused to name my father. Others acted like they were better than me, but not Father Jameson. I always thought it shold have been the other way around. Father Jameson should have been the one with the issue about my being born out of wedlock. But he never treated me like I was dirt or gum under his shoe or like I should feel shame for how I was born. And because he always treated me fine, I didn't mine going to church and even helped Pops out with the gardening beds in front of the walkway. I liked digging in the dirt and it made me feel really good when I would hear the ladies telling Pops what a great job he had done.
I am going to miss Pops and Gran a lot. I miss them both so bad. I have just been trying to not think about them, or what happened in their house. When I sleep, I go through it over and over. So I try to not think about it when I am awake. I wonder if Father Jameson would have told me I was being bad for not thinking about them. Or would he tell me it was my "coping mechanism" or some such psych talk? I hope he would not think less of me for needing to not think about it.
Williams just called me for breakfast and then it is time to go shoot some zombies.
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