From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, May 3

May 3, 2017

Michelle and I have decided that we are going to go for the chapel in the next few days. This is no life, the two of us sitting in this two room hellhole, eating the supplies that good old Samuel squirreled away and waiting to die. Michelle doesn't want to go, she's really scared at the thought of going out there, and I don't blame her. I'm scared shitless, too. But there's nothing else to do. What's our other choice? Just sit here and eat the food until it's gone, then starve? Or throw ourselves to the undead below? Kill ourselves or each other? The supplies aren't going to last forever and we have to do something. I'm going stir crazy, stuck in these two rooms. I have to do something or I might just go nuts and then there's no telling what I'll do.

We've been watching the yard and seeing what the undead are doing. In the last couple of days more and more of the zombies have been going over the wall. I wonder what is drawing them back over the wall in groups. Is there a animal running around and making noise? Could there be anyone still alive out there making noise? Is that what is drawing them out? Is it because there is nothing left to eat in here, as far as they can tell? Will our going out into the yard draw them back over the walls? I just don't know enough about what draws them to know for sure. I'm hoping the fireworks I found will be enough of a distraction and draw them towards the other side of the yard, away from the chapel. Thanks again, Samuel, for being a dick and hording whatever you wanted from whatever anyone had inside the fort.
We are going to go though. Our food supply is starting to run low. All the fresh stuff is gone and we are reduced to eating canned soup. We ran out of firewood in here, so we had to eat it cold. I am getting really tired of soup, cold from the can. It's been chilly at night the last couple of days and we've huddled under the blankets together to be as warm as we can be.

The yard is about 50 feet across and the chapel door is open. We've watched it for hours and haven't seen any shadows pass the door, so it doesn't look like there are any undead in it. The group had put the rest of the supplies in it, gathered from all the survivors before Samuel lost his mind and we were put into the pen. I don't think anyone but Samuel had gotten into them, besides meals for his part of the group, since it was all gathered together. There should be a good amount of food in there and it would keep the two of us alive for a lot longer.
Eventually though, we're going to have to think about getting out of the fort. I have not idea where we would go. There are too many undead in San Antonio now and the remains of the walls are going to keep them here. Leaving the city will probably our best option, but where would we go from here? I've no idea and Michelle can't seem to think past trying to get to the chapel.

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