From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, April 30

April 30, 2017

It's been several days since we killed Samuel and have been on our own. Michelle and I have been eating, resting and recovering from our ordeal as his meat to be slaughtered. I just really wish we had taken him out before he killed Mary. I wanted to, but the others were scared and urged me to not do anything. I should never have listened to them. Samuel deserved to die and it should have been a more horrible death then he got.

Michelle and I have noticed that some of the undead who came over the walls have gone back over them now that there is nothing left to eat inside the fort. A few days ago, I watched through a crack in the boards over the window as a group of around twenty climbed up to the top of the walls and then fell over the side. I wonder if they saw something alive out there and that is why they went over, or if it is an urge to go look for food that drove them over the top? Then, over the last two days, I have seen a lot more do the same thing. There are still hundreds inside the fort, so we are still stuck in these rooms, but we have eaten better since we killed Samuel and are building up our strength to do something.

Michelle is really scared and doesn't want to leave these rooms, but I am not ok with just staying here until we run out of food and starve. I know there is more food stored in the chapel, but it is down the stairs and about 50 feet across the courtyard. If enough of the undead go back over the walls, we might be able to make it across and into the chapel. But we are bound to be seen by some of the undead and then they would beat on the doors and draw more of the ones in the fort to where we were. I need to find a way to distract the zombies while we make our move.
I searched to rooms to see if there was anything helpful, besides the food, fireworks and I also found a pistol with around 100 rounds of ammo. Samuel, the shit, had kept his own stash or bullets when he made everyone else give theirs up for the "good of the group". I guess it's now a good thing, but still, he was an awful person. I don't know how he got to be in charge, but he killed everyone inside the fort with his bad decisions, as far as I'm concerned. Why the hell was this place not stocked at the same time or even before the walls were being built? Then, when we all had to retreat here, there would have been food and ammo to keep everyone alive longer so we could come up with a way to survive as a group!
Now, Michelle and I are the only people we know, for sure, are still alive inside the walls of the fort. I think everyone that got stuck in the hotel died when it was overrun. The group of soldiers who went to try to get more supplies never returned. And there are thousands of people who were behind the walls of San Antonio when the big walls fell that we don't know their fates. I guess there could be pockets of people alive in buildings around the city. We are so screwed.

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