June
13, 2017
Yesterday,
we had a really fucking scary day. We had just finished breakfast,
John and Mark were just starting to talk to those of us not on patrol
duty about going up the mountain and learning about the native
plants. That's when we heard Frank yelling from the beach. We all
jumped up and ran for all we're worth to see what the hell was
causing the man with the nickname of “The Tank” to scream like a
girl.
Once
I had a clear line of site, I no longer had to wonder. There on the
ocean, not far from the beach was a cruise ship. Frank was staring at
it through the binoculars and it took Mick shacking his shoulder
before he stopped screaming for us. Frank jerked the binoculars down
and turned with the whitest face I have ever seen on him and said
“They're all dead, or undead, or whatever. If it crashes or runs
aground anywhere near us, we're all dead.”
All of us stared at it for over an hour, taking turns with the binoculars
to get a closer look at the undead on deck. They were all just
standing around and they had these vacant looks on their faces. Now,
normally, when you see these fucks, they're snarling or snapping
their teeth, all feral like. But these ones, they just stood there
and swayed with the boat, like they're waiting for something. Maybe
this is a natural, I know when we were still at the airport, the
zombies on the runway would start to go into a sleep walking state
when they didn't get any stimulation. But birds would land and they
would all go after the bird, so they never got all the way into the
sleep state, like the ones on the cruise ship.
I
think the worst part of the whole thing is that we couldn't do a
fucking thing to help the ship just go by. All we could do was pray
and hope and watch. We set up shifts to keep watch on the ship's path
and everyone decided to stay in the village instead of doing our
normal chores. We needed to be together if things turned out in the
worst possible way. Lots of us just stayed on the beach, even when it
wasn't our turn to keep watch. I wanted to know if the undead were
going to come on shore, not that we could do much, 22 of us against
at least a thousand zombies and some of those ships can have hundreds
more than that.
We
all ate our meals on the beach together and by early afternoon all of
us were sitting on the beach in little groups talking about life
before this shit-fest and what we would be doing right now if none of
this happened. We ribbed each other, saying shit like “Yeah right,
like you would really be sleeping with Sandra Bullock if there were
no zombies.” Or “Sure, you'd be driving in the Indy 500. Fuck
yeah!”
It
was oddly a good afternoon because of all the hanging out and
talking. Even if death was, literally, right off shore and could come
for us at any moment. We had spent so much time making our record
together and on tour, not to mention in the airport when we were
trapped. I hadn't realized how much I missed just shooting the shit
with these guys. I made sure to say so, in a really macho ya of
course, and everyone agreed. We decided right then and there that we
are going to take one day off a week, if we survived the day, and
spend it all together. What's the point of surviving if we lose the
good things in life, like friends.
It
took all day for the cruise ship to make it's lumbering way past our
little island. We were all exhausted from the stress of wondering all
day. We still don't know if it made it through all the little islands
here. If it didn't, we might get some of them walking up out of the
ocean. Tomorrow, we are building beach defenses, just to be safe and
not sorry. We can't take the chance that it didn't run aground and if
it does, we have no idea how the undead will react. Will they just
mill around the ship? Will they walk off the side of the ship into
the water? Will they need to get some kind of stimulation to get off
the ship or will the sound of the ship running aground be enough to
get them moving overboard? Who the fuck knows, sure as hell not me.
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