From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, May 11

May 11, 2017

Well, we did it. We snuck across the courtyard last night. The original plan was to go during the day, but I thought it might be better to go across when it was dark. They don't seem to be able to see even as well as the average live person in the dark. They just stumble around in the dark and trip over every little pebble or crack in the sidewalk. I figured we could run across and as long as we didn't make too much noise, we should be OK.
We watched the undead to see who was moving about and who was in that weird waiting state and when we saw a gap in the ones walking around, we took advantage and went for it. We had packed what was left of the supplies and the books into a couple of backpacks we found in Samuels room. It wasn't much, so we had no problem carrying it.
It was easier than I thought it would be.We slipped into the gap and made it from shadow to shadow and across the courtyard into the chapel with not a single zombie making  that weird moaning sound. This was really important because when they make they make that sound, it draws more of them to it. It's like some kind of alarm and they all are attracted to the sound.

Once we got across the courtyard and into the vestibule of the chapel, we put our bags on the floor and took up our quiet weapons, not the pistol since it makes too much noise. I had found a machete and a bat in Samuel's room and we had decided to use these to clear the chapel to make sure no undead had made it inside. It only took us a little more than five minutes to clear the main room, then we moved together to check out the office and other rooms off the main chapel.
The kitchen and dining hall were clear, no undead or dead or anyone. The library had four bodies in it with bullet holes in their heads, the school room had six bodies, also with holes in their head.  But it was in the office that we found something even more odd. There were three people sitting on the sofa, all dead in the same way as all the other bodies. The desk had two chairs in front of it and they both held the bodies of small children while behind the desk sat a large man with a pistol still in his hand with his head, or what was left of it, resting on a sealed envelope marked "To whom it may concern".
I opened the envelope and read the note inside. This is what it says:


To whom it may concern,
If you have found this note, you have found our bodies. We made it here when the fort fell, and knew we had food, water and were safe, for the moment. But we talked after a few days or being stuck in here with nothing to do and just don't see what there is to live for any longer. No matter how long we survive in here, there are still going to be too many undead outside this building for us to get out of the fort. Eventually, the food will run out and then we will starve. And even if we made it out into the fort, where would we go from there? The whole city is overrun, the people in the hotel have been killed and the men who went for supplies for us here all must have died, since they never returned. 
We have decided that we are going to die by our own hands and by our own decision. If anyone finds us, the supplies will keep you alive, if that is what you want. Although I can't think  of any reason why you would want to stay alive in this day and age. May God keep you safe and may you survive however long you want to live for. 


Then, it listed the names of all the people who were in this chapel and who had died together by their own choice. How could the kids have chosen to end it like the adults? Could they really have known what they were agreeing to? How could a parent just decide to kill their kid? Isn't the point to survive as long as you can in the hopes that it will end and you will still be there? I just don't understand.
We moved all the bodies into the farthest school room and closed the door. The office has been cleaned and we are setting ourselves up in it as our bedroom. It's nice to have access to a kitchen, even if we still have to cook on the little camp stove Samuel had in his supplies or over the fire in the fire place. It's also nice to have more room to spread out in. Now, we have to decide what our next step is going to be. Do we stay here for awhile? Do we try to leave the fort? That is the million dollar question, now.

As a writer and artist, I appreciate any readers and their comments. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog. Please, come read the other blog I write for our artisan collective, Raven's Castle Creations, on our website at www.ravencastlecreations.com. It includes posts on art, the mythology of symbols we use in our art, history and more! Also, come see the art we produce in our Etsy store at etsy.com/shop/RavenCastleCreations. Follow us on Twitter at @ravencastleart and on Facebook at @ravencastlecreations.