From the journal of Sarah Richards, April 7

April 7, 2017

     It took the undead all day yesterday to make it to the Towers. They have surrounded us and it's like they know people are in here. They keep their hands to bang on the sides of the building. It is making this banging sound that echos through the downstairs,  but we can't hear it in our apartment. Thank God we don't have windows on the first floor. If we did, they would have broken in already. Now we are stuck inside except for the tunnel and the other ends, at the port and the school, have been blocked so the zombies can't get in and come inside the Towers.
     Growing up here, you feel trapped inside in the winter because the weather gets so bad. Right now, it is not that bad outside, but the zombies have trapped us inside now. It makes me want to go outside so bad, I can almost taste the need to go outside. Everyone is trying to pretend that nothing is wrong and go about their day like they always would. But it is a lie and we all know it. Mom says that we are lucky because we are so secure, but are we really?
     The police officers have been really busy because the people who have nothing stocked in their apartments are already starting to panic. I don't think there will be any more shipments of supplies because the undead have taken over everywhere. That means that whatever stuff we already have in the building is all we are going to have. I bet that people start going after each other soon, once food starts to get low. I know that Mom and I are more prepared than most of the people here. Dad got us in the habit before he died because he said we never know what is going to happen and we need to be ready for anything. The .9 mm pistol and the 12 gauge are loaded and resting near our front door. Mom and I went through our place and grabbed anything that can be used as a weapon. My baseball bat, the old rusty machete Dad always kept in the coat closet, even the big knives from the kitchen, all of them have been put around the place so we can grab something if it goes to hell.
     I talked to my bestie, Mandy, yesterday and she told me that her family has food and water but they have no guns in their place. Her Dad has always been against them, he wouldn't even let her go to the hills to shoot with us. Now, this could be a death sentence for her family.  How he is going to protect them when everyone starts going after each other is beyond me. I might have to take Mandy in with me and Mom if things get as bad as I think they will.
     There is going to be a meeting of everyone in the building today on the first floor. I told the mayor that it is dumb to have it there because the zombies might be able to hear people talking and it might make them more determined to get in. But, he told me I am just a kid so I should mind my own business. What a dumb ass. This is everyone's business now, the business of staying alive.

     I told Mom that if worse comes to worse, we should go to the old abandoned Buckner building and whole up there. The only hard part would be getting what supplies we have over there. There is also the issue of it having no walls in parts. But Mandy and I have gone exploring and there are some places that could be made pretty secure. At least we have a plan, just in case. I even left some food, water and blankets in our hang out spot in Buckner last time we were over there. We have this old apartment on the 5th floor that has walls still and the floor is mostly solid. We covered the windows with wood from old, forgotten furniture from other apartments and it stays pretty warm. At least the wind is blocked and with it being on the hill side away from the port, the rest of the building helps to block some of the wind, too. I think I will tell Mandy to head there if this building gets overrun. We could take the tunnel to the port and push through the maintenance tunnel that runs to Buckner. I don't know if that part was used before the building was abandoned, but it lets us get to it in the winter. Our parents have asked us a few times where we go when they can't find us, but they told us to never go to Buckner, so we have not told them that is where we go. I think I will also see if I can get over there and check for zombies. The building is pretty run down, so there is nothing to keep them out. But since no one lives over there, they might not be drawn to it.

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