From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 3

April 3, 2017

     My name is Samuel Williams and I am writing at the request of PFC Phillip Waters. He went with a group of brave soldiers to try to bring supplies back to those survivors stuck in the Alamo. We have around 2,500 people here and food is scarce, ammo even more so. If they are not able to get back inside here with the supplies we will all die, either of starvation or from the undead pouring over the walls.

     This afternoon, the plan was put into action. On the opposite side of the Alamo from the exit point, we did everything that we could to make any kind of noise. We had a few firecrackers and fireworks that made banging and whistling noises. One of the men found some air horns and people shot at the undead to get the noise from the guns going off.  It helped to thin the exit point down to only around 15 deep in undead from the 50 or so deep it had been. Then the 25 men went over the wall and first took out the undead with their silent weapons for as long as they could. Once there were surrounded and could not continue forward, they pulled their handguns and took out the rest in a hurry. Only 18 men made it through to one of the big rigs outside the wall that had been used to bring the slim supplies here. They piled in the cab and on the truck roof and on the trailer for their journey to one of our supply outposts. I really hope they can make it there and back. Thankfully, Waters was one of the men who survived their exit and that gives me a little hope that they might succeed.
          Now, I have to think of a way for us to make enough noise when they return to draw the undead away from the gate. We will have to be fast opening it and closing it and I don't know if we even have the ammo to kill the ones that will be necessary to get them back inside. But that is going to be our only chance to get them back inside and get the needed supplies.
     Meanwhile, we have hungry people here and they are starting to get restless. I don't know what we are going to feed everyone for dinner. I think the only thing we have left is oatmeal and some dry ingredients that can't be made into anything truly edible. We are going to have a riot on our hands soon and there is nothing that I can do about it. I even went to the darkest place last night and thought about cannibalism. My idea is that we could hold a lottery and whoever loses is eaten by everyone else. I don't think anyone else will go for it, but if there is no other choice, maybe people will get on board. Right now, the only thing I can do is pray that Waters makes it back with food and ammo because we had to use most of the ammo to help with the distraction to get them out of the Alamo. If the undead surge again and build themselves into a wave, we might not be able to knock them back, and even if we do, then we have no ammo for the groups return.
     Why, oh why, did I keep letting people inside the walls. I knew there was not enough here to keep everyone alive, but I couldn't start turning them away until I knew we were at the critical point of having too many people inside. That is going to possibly be my downfall and the cause of my death.

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