From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 25

April 25,  2017

     My name is Suzanne Cleary and the woman I have been imprisoned with is Michelle Wilson, although our captor called me Chicken and called Michelle Fish. We had another woman with us, Mary Dillard, but she was murdered and eaten by our captor, Samuel Williams. We were part of the group here who refused to take part in eating people. He took the three of us from what they called the "pens" and brought us here as his personal "cattle" right before the undead swarmed over the walls of the Alamo.

     Last week he killed Mary, who he called Beef, and cooked her up. We knew he was planning on doing the same to us. We worked quietly at getting a piece of wood off the window and ended up using it to kill Samuel when he came in this morning. I beat his head in with this board while Michelle kicked him repeatedly.
     I am writing this down so if anyone comes here they will know how depraved this place became. It wasn't always like that. This city really took on the challenge of making a safe place for people to survive after the pandemic hit. We had walls and soldiers. We had food and water. We thought we were ready for anything.
    Then March 30th came and the undead broke through the walls and everyone was fucked. I made it into the Alamo and thought I was lucky. Life was pretty good here for a few days. But the supplies did not make it into the fort before the undead came through the walls and there wasn't enough food or ammo to keep us alive. A group of the soldiers tried to go for more supplies, but they never made it back. They left on April 3rd and Samuel, the guy in charge, convinced about half of the group that cannibalism was the answer. Those of us who didn't agree were rounded up and put in the old animal pens.

     Samuel must have seen that everything was going to be over when the undead were ready to push over the walls and he brought the three of us here. Now, Michelle and I have to decide what we are going to do. The fort is overrun and we are stuck in this set of rooms. There is some food and water, but not enough for long.
     At least we got Samuel before we died. I can hold onto that if I die without getting out of this place.

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