From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, May 13

May 13, 2017

I've spent the last couple of days exploring the chapel and the rooms attached. Besides the chapel, there is the office we are living in, two smaller offices, five former classrooms, the kitchen and dining room, pantry, walk in fridge, two restrooms, one full bathroom, storage room and several large closets. One of those old classrooms is now the morgue, since we out all the bodies of the suicide squad in there. That still left plenty of room to move around in.

Michelle hasn't been as mobile as I have been. She just stays in the office most of the day with her nose stuck in one of the books we found here. I know the westerns weren't very entertaining for either of us, but there was a pretty big library in one of the smaller offices. It has some classics, a few books on mythologies from around the world, bunch of religious books, a couple of poetry books and a few other random titles. I think she's made it through a least two of them in the last couple of days. I also think it is her way of not being in reality right now. The people here really freaked her out. She hasn't really been talking much or eating much either. Hopefully, she'll get over it soon.
We still haven't talked about what we are going to do next. The zombies have continued to thin in the fort. They keep slowly going over the wall. Last night I swear that I heard a dog barking close by, but could  I really have heard it? Could a dog survive out there with the city overrun by the undead? How could it avoid all the zombies that must be trying to grab it? Where would it find food? Sleep?

Could that be what is drawing the zombies over the wall? Are there others out there that they can see or hear up on the walls that we can't see or hear in here? Is is some of the people in the Emily Morgan Hotel? How did they survive the whole building being overrun? Did they hide in a room and stay really quiet? Are there people somewhere else, like one of the other buildings? If so, who are they and how have they survived? Can we get to them and join their  group? Do we want to?
I mean, look at what happened in here when Samuel lost it! People became cattle and others became murderers and cannibals. We were pinned up and forced to stay where they wanted us to be while they fed us the worst foods they had left and then kill us and butcher the body to eat as a group. Sick!
I know it is safer with numbers, but how can the two of us make it out of here and find others? If we do, how do we make sure they aren't bad people? We could end up in a worse situation with people who are even more evil than Samuel. We could end up raped, farmed out as sex slaves, or back in another situation where we are going to be eaten by canibals. What are we supposed to do?
I am going to have to make Michelle stop reading and then we can talk this all over. Maybe she will have an idea that is better than any I have thought of. We have to at least talk about what options we have because who knows when something might happen that makes it so we have to leave the chapel and fort. I'm going to let her read for the rest of today, but tomorrow, we are going to have to talk.

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