May
17, 2017
We
spent the last two days clomping around the forest looking for logging
roads or some cleared space that could get us closer to Buckner.
Mostly we found trees, trees and more trees. Yesterday, we found this
old clearing that had this old stone well in the center. The sun was
shining and there were wild flowers blooming in the patches of grass.
It was so beautiful, for a minute, I was able to forget about all the
terrible stuff that's happened. Then I heard that unmistakable
moaning sound and we saw there were three undead, still zipped in
their sleeping bags, unable to work the zipper to get themselves
free. The guys took them out and we kept walking, the magic gone and
even I didn't feel like staying.
Today,
we did find an old, overgrown logging road early this afternoon, but
there are so many trees between our trucks and here that we'd had to
create a whole new road to where we left our trucks. I think this is
a lost cause and we might as well go back to clearing the road our
trucks are already on. At lunch today, everyone agreed and we set up
our camp for the night in the clear space of the old logging road.
Tomorrow, we head back to our trucks.
I
am so tired and dirty. I didn't think this trip would turn out like
this. I thought we would find a place to stay, get back to Buckner
with no trouble and bring everyone back to our new place and it would
be all happily ever after. How stupid is that? I should know better
by now that real life sucks and nothing is that easy. You'd think I
would've learned this when the dead started rising or when the Towers
were surrounded, or when we had to leave there and live in an old,
falling down building, while everyone else died or was turned into
one of the undead.
The
forest here is still alive with little creatures. We can hear birds
and see squirrels. I;ve missed the sounds of life that are normal in
the woods around here. Plus, if it goes quiet, we'll know we have
company. Matt shot a dear with the crossbow he found in port. We cut
some up and cooked it for dinner today. It tasted like heaven, all
juicy and tender. Matt butchered the rest of it and we'll take it
back to Buckner and cook it up for everyone else. They'll love it as
much as we did. I've missed meat that doesn't come from a can. Come
to think of it, I miss anything that doesn't come from a can. Canned
tuna, canned chicken, canned vegetables, canned broth, canned soup,
canned dehydrated milk, dehydrated butter. Ughhh...
We
need to build a greenhouse and grow some fresh food. We'll have to
look for seeds to start. I don't know what we might find, but we have
to try. We'll have to keep the greenhouses warm in the winter and
learn to grow our own food. Hopefully, we'll get to stay in one place
long enough to get something to grow.
We
also need to hunt for fresh meat. There's no law what we can kill to
eat and what is protected anymore. That means, anything is up for
grab for food. We'll have to talk about this as a group. See who has
the most experience and who's the best shot. We need to be able to do
it without using guns, learn to use a bow and arrow and a crossbow,
whatever we can find.
Looks
like we'll all be learning lots of new skills.
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