From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 13

April 13, 2017

     The zombies are going to breach the walls soon. The cowardly bastards will not quit crying to be freed and singing any songs they can remember, badly, too. I even heard one of them yell that they would rather be killed by the undead than wait to be slaughtered by us as food. It has drawn even more zombies to us and now they are forming a wave to crest over the walls. Stupid fuckers, they will be eaten either way. At least with us, they would have been dead before the eating started. They deserve the pain and suffering they are going to go through.  

     I am going to save three of our "cattle" for myself and I have already chosen them and finished making the room/cell as secure as I can. The windows are boarded up in both my room and in the room that used to be next door and also boarded up the door in there. I brought two of the big, old, heavy tables in to use like a door between the rooms and to cover my door once it's closed for good. The walls are thick adobe, so I don't think even the freaks can get through. I have been very frugal with the non perishables hidden in my wall and was able to smuggle a goodly amount of the remaining fresh food from the garden.

     My plan is to wait until dark before trying to bring the females up, one at a time. I am hoping that once everyone else has finished eating their dinner , they will go find a place to relax. At least, those who aren't assigned to guard duty on the walls. Then there will be less people around to see me make my move. I know we don't have the ammo to stop the undead this time and I made the mistake of letting in too many people when the cities walls fell. I will not repeat that mistake now! I am only worrying about myself and what I am going to eat. Everyone else can be zombie fodder for all I care. I just hope the freaks wait until after dark to come over the walls. Otherwise, I will have to be ready to put my plan into action, at any moment.
     Damn Waters and his men. If they had made it back, like they were supposed to, then none of this would be happening now. We would be able to feed everyone and would also have the ammo to defeat the undead around our walls. Damn them! Fuck them! I hope their deaths were painful and took a long time. I hope that just enough of them was left to come back and that they are out there, wandering around like the rest of those brainless undead zombie freaks! I hope they are still able to starve to death, even already dead, or undead. I hope it is slow and painful. Stupid bastards.
     I am going to have to start early. It is not even dusk yet, but  I don't think I will be able to wait. Wish me luck.

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