From the journal of Nikki Feather, June 9

June 9 , 2017

It's been three days since we left my watch tower and we still haven't made it to Jackson's cabin. We hadn't even made it a mile when out path was blocked by a herd of the undead. Luckily, we saw them from a good distance off and were able to turn off the truck and not draw their attention. We sat there for two hours and they just kept going. Where were they going to? What got them started? Were they following something? Was there something alive at the front of the herd and that's what got them moving? Were they just following each other with no idea why?
We talked quietly about everything and nothing, from people we both knew to the places we both have visited all our lives. But, eventually, we decided the smart thing to do would be to go back to my tower. We turned the truck around and made it about a quarter of a mile before we were stuck again. Stuck between two herds of undead in a truck with Jackson. Hopefully, it was two herds and not one that had a split we were stuck in. Well, at least I wasn't alone.

That was two days ago. Thankfully, we still haven't run out of things to talk about. We didn't know each other well so we could talk about our entire lives. We knew some of the same people from growing up in neighboring towns. Our sports teams played each other and we would go to parties thrown in both towns when we were teenagers. But really, I only knew his name and he only knew mine. That left a lot of subjects we could talk about.
We keep checking both sides to see if either side is clear enough to get through, but so far, no luck. The herd does look like it's starting to thin out a little, but not enough drive through. We're just lucky that we took all the food from my tower with us, otherwise we would have been up a creek. Although, I must say, I'm getting really sick of cold soup and cold canned veggies.
I've not seen so many undead together, all at once. Even the horde that moved through our town and caused everyone to evacuate, wasn't this big. It was moving through our area for a week, but the horde wasn't as wide as either side is right now. We've been here two days and they are just starting to thin out today. Who knows how long they are going to keep us stuck here.
Hopefully, we won't be stuck here much longer. I'm sure Jackson's father is wondering where he is and I would love to be out of this truck for more time than just a bathroom break with my eyes peeled.

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