March 30, 2017
We had to fall back to the Alamo last night because a huge horde of undead came from the North East. I don't know how such a large group came together, but it was just our luck that they came to our city before we were ready for such an assault. If they had come a couple of weeks from now, we might have been ready for them. But it still would have been a hard fight.
They had built up walls and barriers below and along the 410 because it formed a circle that could be reinforced. The city officials had gotten as many people together to make this possible and had organized us into group for different tasks. My group, # 42, had been pulled from the main force to reinforce the Alamo as the final fall back position for defense. We had been towing cars and any kind of construction materials we could find for two days to make the walls taller and thicker. Another group, # 57, were pulled to bring food and ammunition supplies so the Alamo will be ready, if it ever gets that bad.
We had just gotten the final car into place when yellow flares were sent up from the main walls. This was a call for anyone that was available to come defend the walls. I jumped into the Humvee with half our men and headed for the nearest defense location to where we were at. It took us almost ten minutes to weave our way to the wall and another five to get into position. Once we were in place, we saw the situation was worse than anyone thought. The undead were at least 30 deep all the way along the wall and they were pushing and climbing onto each other to reach the live people they could smell.
I radioed the man in charge, Samuel Williams, and let him know how dire it looked at the wall. He ordered me to send up a red flare, which is the signal for everyone to head to the walls. I knew that it would be too late, because the wall was buckling not twenty feet from my location. I radioed Samuel again and he told me he was getting reports from every location of the walls getting ready to fall. I was ordered to return to the Alamo with my men to prepare for falling back. The other defenders of the wall started to panic when we turned to leave and within minutes, people were pouring down our side and clearing the area. When we had made it back to our Humvee a horrendous metal wrenching sound could be heard as the weak section gave way. Zombies rushed through the gap and started attacking the people trying to flee. I had to dodge piles of undead eating their prey as well as the cars that had been abandoned on the roads. So, it took almost twice as long to get back to the Alamo than it had to get to the wall.
We drove through the gate moving between all the people running to get inside for safety. There had to be at least 500 people already within our walls. I could see group # 57 rushing to unload the supplies so they could try to bring more before we sealed the entrance. Samuel arrived with his group of city officials in tow and took over organizing where people were going to be put. He saw me and nodded in my direction, I nodded back.
By the end of the first hour, there were over 1,000 people inside the walls and more were still trying to file in. I knew we were going to hit the maximum capacity soon, way before everyone could get inside. Besides, how many people can you fit on 5 acres? There was no way to fit all 20,000 and I was really glad I was not the one who had to say when to close the gate and start turning people away. Whoever didn't make it in was going to be on their own.
The sounds of gun fire was getting closer and I knew we were up shit creek. With the luxury of looking back, I know that we should have gotten the gates closed before we did. By the time we started turning people away, there were over 2,000 people crammed into space that was not going to be enough to be comfortable.
The walls were holding and people were choosing places to defend on the wall. The soldiers had been backed into the outside of our reinforced walls and were still shooting into the horde. I yelled for them to climb the walls and get inside because the gate had already been welded shut. We got another 500 soldiers inside this way and they brought firepower with them to help in our defense.
Three hours after the horde had arrived, the walls at the 410 had completely fallen and we had stuffed as many people as we could into the 5 acres. I have no idea how we are going to try to feed and house everyone within the walls. There were people on top of people and it was not going to get better any time soon.
I am exhausted now. It is around midnight now, most people have settled down to a spot and with the people on the walls, there was barely room for everyone to sit or lay down. Food is already going to be a problem. Group # 57 was only able to make two trips from our storage areas to the Alamo. The walls are surrounded more than thirty deep, so getting out to find more is going to be a challenge. I am supposed to be back on the walls by 6:00 a.m., so I guess I better get what sleep I can. I don't envy Samuel having to make the hard decisions that are in our future. Hopefully, we will be able to figure out the food situation and ammo is not going to be in short supplies. Tomorrow will come early enough and there will be many hard decisions to be made. Maybe God will watch over us tonight. I really hope so.
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