Sunday, July 22, 2018

From the journal of James Cohen, June 13


June 13, 2017

     Shelbyville is still on our minds. I've had nightmares every night since and I know Jackie and Rebecca have been having them, too. The three of us have talked about it when no one else is around because some things you have to get out of your head by talking about it. It helps a little, but time is really going to be the only thing that helps us to move on.

     Today, I think we found some victims of the stadium zombies. It was the biker group and they were setting up an ambush to find more women and supplies. We would've run right into them if the undead hadn't run into them first. I only know it was the bikers because of the bikes and RV's. The pieces that were left just wouldn't have been enough to identify them without the bikes. The bits looked like leather covered raw steak or roast. There really wasn't much left since there were so many of the undead and not that many bikers.
     The road was littered with bikes, like a giant had tossed them around. Some of the guys must've tried to get away on their bikes, but there really wasn't a chance once the horde was on them. The asphalt was reddish brown and sticky when we walked around. Again, it was Rebecca, Jackie and I doing the investigating. We searched around the bikes and the remains, taking the stuff that wasn't too gory. Most of the bikers had bags on their bikes and they had some good stuff in them. Also, some crap and gross stuff, but ammo, candy, alcohol and snack food topped the list of what we found.
     The RV's had some better stuff, more canned food and bottled water. The clothes and blankets were covered in blood and bits, so they weren't good anymore. We took all the cans and bottles out to the road by our vehicle and used some of our water to clean them up. Then we packed up what we had and pushed the bikes off the road enough to get the RV through. This is going to be another bad memory to add to my growing list of choices for my nightmares.

     I drove for a couple of hours after we passed that scene, wanting to put some distance between us and it, but not wanting to run into the tail end of the stadium zombies. Eventually, we found a farm house that was in reasonably good shape. It looked like it had been empty before the pandemic, so we hoped it wouldn't hold any horrors or undead. Thankfully, it was empty. Yeah, empty of everything. No furniture, nothing.
     Well, it might not be the most comfortable of places to sleep, anyone who wanted could still sleep in the RV. Although, it is really tight with everyone's stuff and our supplies. Only the bed in the back is clear and only so people driving can take a nap when someone takes over. Oh well, we've got a bunch of blankets and sleeping bags, we can make ourselves a little comfortable and spread out. After being cramped together in the RV, it'll be nice to stretch out.
     Dinner is going to have to be cooked in the RV and brought in here to be eaten. There's only a fireplace and I don't think it's safe to light a fire in it. Well, at least we've got plenty of food, mostly in cans, and plenty of water to drink. We're in a house and safe for the moment. More safe than we were before we saw what's left of the bikers. Now we don't have to worry about running into them. We just have to be careful not to run into the stadium horde.
     We're safe, warm and together. That's enough for now.




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