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

April 3, 2017

     I didn't get any sleep because the surge continued through the night. Everyone was called to the walls to beat back the wave of undead three times before 9 p.m. Our ammo was running out and the food was going quicker than anyone planned on. If we do not come up with a plan tomorrow, we will be sunk.
     I finally was able to fall asleep around 2 a.m. and when I woke up, I knew it was worse than it had been last night.  Samuel was waiting for me to show up at 6 a.m. and he climbed up onto the wall with me. We were now at least 50 deep in undead and they kept coming. There was not going to be a way to get out, at least alive. And even if someone made it out alive, there would be no way to get back in with the needed supplies. We were screwed.
     I asked if there had been any radio communication with survivors outside the Alamo and he said that he had talked to one group holed up in the Emily Morgan Hotel. They were also surrounded by undead at least 30 deep. They at least have food because of there is a restaurant inside. They had blocked all of the openings on the ground floor with furniture and were secure, at least for the moment.

     No one else had responded by radio and there was only our 2,500 people and around 1,500 survivors at the hotel. Out of the almost 20,000 people inside San Antonio when the walls fell, only around 4,000 could be accounted for. There was no end to the disappointment I felt hearing this news. Then he told me how much ammo we have left, only enough to defend against another three surges. Our situation was so far down the creek that the missing paddle was the least of our worries.
     Samuel and I agreed that the best use of my time was going to be trying to come up with a plan, any plan, that might improve our situation, so I was taken off wall duty. My men and I met with the group we had put together yesterday and I explained the situation as it stands. It was decided that a group would have to try to get out and the ammo would have to be used to clear a path. Noise at the other side of the compound would hopefully thin the undead on the side that would be used for the exit. We have chosen the group who is going and I am one of them. The plan will be put into effect this afternoon and I am keeping my fingers crossed that someone from our group will make it out alive. Then the hard part is going to be getting back in. I know I said that there is no God last night, but today, I am praying that there is and he is on our side.
     I am giving this journal to Samuel, just in case and have asked him to write down what happens later today. That way, someone might one day know, even if none of us survive. That way, someone might one day know, even if none of us survive. If we are not successful today, everyone inside the Alamo will die, either from starvation or by being overpowered by the undead. Without more ammo, they would surge over our walls within hours and everyone will die.

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