Saturday, September 30, 2017

From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 14

April 14, 2017


    Those bastard cattle pulled the zombie waves over our walls last night. I had just enough time to grab my three choices and get them back to my room when all hell broke loose. The zombies crested and swarmed the people defending the wall. They had no chance and there probably wouldn't have been enough bullets to stop them once they started to get over. Everyone else just panicked and started shooting anything moving, which caused some deaths from friendly fire.
     I shoved the three cattle into their cell and after warning them to stay quiet or I would put them outside with everyone else, I closed the door between the rooms and secured it. I quickly covered the windows in my room and secured them with the supplies I had smuggled in. Then, I quietly settled down to survive the night.
     Several times, people pounded on my door trying to get me to let them in. There was no way anyone else was getting in, though, so I just stayed silent and let the zombies take care of them. At one point, one of the cattle started lowing to be let out, and I opened the door, put a knife to her throat and told her that she was going to be quiet, or I would slaughter her right then and there. I even told her that even though I would not be able to eat all of her before she went rancid,  I would still kill her to keep her quiet. That was the last sound I heard out of any of them.
     I wish it was the last sound I had to hear last night. The shooting went on sporadically for hours. I guess someone made it into one of the buildings and briefly secured it. It didn't last though. They were trying to save people and that was their mistake. If they had made it inside, secured their area and kept quiet, they might have made it through the night. But, whoever it was, kept letting people in and eventually, they were either over powered, or someone who they let in had been bitten. Stupid bastards. Their soft heart led to their death. I will not make the same mistake. I made it already, when we first got stuck in this shit whole and I will never make the same mistake again. I will survive! I don't care who I have to kill or who I have to eat! I will survive! No one else matters!




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