From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, April 28

April 28, 2017

     Last night was fucking miserable. We huddled together and tried to cover up with the material from the few seats still attached to the piece with the cockpit in it. I think the people in the passenger section had better luck because they had more seats to strip. We only had the seats in the cockpit and two rows of seats, but we made due. We closed the door between the two areas and all of us pressed together in the corner. It was still so fucking cold, no one slept more than a few minutes.

     This morning, we made a plan. The people who weren't hurt started trying to strip anything that could be used as a weapon from the plane. Parts of the seats that could be used like a spear, strips of metal from the inside of the plane, anything. Then we all stripped down to our undies and tied our clothes together, with the seat covers, and made a couple of ropes that would hold someone. Both groups chose a couple of their members and tied the ropes around their waists, then suspended them above the zombies. They used whatever they had found in the pieces of the plane to start bashing or stabbing through the skulls of the undead. We had to do this several times because the knots would start to go loose and the people holding the ropes would need a break. None of us were used to anything like this, and both groups had a couple people who were unable to help because of healing arms.
     It took several hours and were all tired, cold, covered in sweat and ready to be on the ground by the time we finished. Then we left our safe places and made our way back to where our fire had been burning. Everyone drank water and ate what fruit was still ok while the fire was started. We put on the blankets and clothes that were left here and then we washed out the clothes that had been used as ropes and hung them up to dry, at least a little bit, before the afternoon showers came.

     The rest of today, we cleaned up the bodies of the native undead. Then we stayed by the fire and rested, while staying warm. The scouts told us how they had found a way down the mountain on the morning of the second day and ran into the native zombies stumbling up the mountain. It looked like they had been slowly making their way up since the day of the crash. We were just lucky that there were so many trees and the ground was really steep in places, otherwise, they would have been in our camp much sooner.
     We are going to try to get all of us and the few thing we scavenged, down the mountain and to the village, hopefully now empty of undead. If we were really lucky, there would be some kind of livestock for us to kill and eat. Maybe some other kinds of food, too. Anything besides fruit.

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