June
19, 2017
We
left the town where we were stuck in the attic and traveled for a
week, only pausing to sleep and scavenge. We had decided to not stay
in one place for long until we had traveled at least five days away
from that evil group and found a place that we could secure.
We woke up on the morning of the 18th and talked about what
we were looking for in a place to stop for a rest for several days.
It had to be secure or at least able to be secured, at solid fence or
wall around a house. It had to be out, away from any towns, we had
learned our lesson at the Post Office. Towns are ok to scavenge in,
but not to stop and stay in. It would be nice to have some space
behind the wall or fence, I'd like to spend some time teaching the
others how to defend themselves. They all need to know how to use the
firearms we have on hand and also how to use some hand to hand
techniques. I think they should learn some knife skills, too. I've
already promised Kelly that I would teach her some survival skills,
hopefully the others will be interested in learning, as well, without
my having to make it mandatory.
I've
been collecting all the notes and letters we've found on the way and
have put them in their own bag. They might be important one day. If
society starts again, people might want to know what it was like for
some of those who didn't make it. It might also be nice for there to
eventually be a place where people can look for any information on
their family members. If computers make a comeback, we can make a
database. If we're lucky, others are also collecting the letters and
notes they find and someone can start an archive of human
experiences.
Three
of the notes I found were in one town where a large majority of the
citizens decided the kill themselves. Every house we went in had at
least one decomposed body with a hole in the head. The second house
had a whole family, four generations, all shot in the head. From what
it looked like, the father and grandfather made sure everyone else
was taken care of, then they drank a bottle of 30 year old bourbon
before shooting themselves in the head. The father, Gary Noble, left
a note saying that “they had all talked about the new situation and
decided to go to God clean, without being fouled by the undead. My
mother, father, wife and children will not have to endure the evil
stink of the undead or endure the diseased bite of those nefarious
zombies. We will go to Heaven clean and baptized in the light of Gods
grace.”
That's
so weird to me! Some people went to that religious place, all God's
love and light and Heaven. While others go all evil and lose their
humanity. The day after we left that little town, we found this
secluded farm house where we were going to stay the night. But when
we went inside, we found a scene that could've been in a horror
movie. There was at least 6 dead girls in the upstairs bedrooms, all
had been tied to their beds and been raped and tortured. Someone
really had cared at the end though. All of them had been washed,
dressed and covered. Plus, they'd been shot in the head, although
from the looks of it, some of them were already dead and turned
first. It brought back bad memories of the last time we'd found a
house like that.
Then
we went in the basement. Downstairs, it was another horror scene.
There was a line of eight men, undead and tied to chairs. They were
naked and had obviously been tortured and possibly raped with a
foreign object. On the opposite side of the basement, there were the
bodies of four women, all sitting on a couch together and all had
shot themselves in the head. One of them, Marci Albright, had left a
note. In it she said “the four of them had freed themselves from
their first floor bonds at night and had gotten the drop on the men
who had been holding them, their sisters and daughters. Then, we did
to them as they had done to us. Once we were done with them, we
stabbed them in the chest and let them turn. While we were waiting
for them to come back, we cared for our loved ones. My daughter, Mia,
was already dead and had turned, tied to the bed where she'd been
ravished. I cried while I shot her in the head, but I did it. Then I
checked on my sister, Mary. She was barely alive and begged me to put
her out of her misery. I layed in the bed with her and we cried and
said our goodbyes. Then I kissed her cheek and did as she asked.
Shelly's daughter was also dead and she took care of her. Alexi's
sister, Margaret, was like my sister but Alexi couldn't shoot her
sister. I helped Margaret and then comforted Alexi. Brenda had to
take care of her both her daughters, Melody and Melanie. Then, we
returned to the basement and checked on the men. Some of them had
turned and we settled down on the couch to wait for the rest. Once
all of them are zombies, all four of us will kill ourselves and join
our families.”
The
last note was in a very small cottage we found down a really long
driveway. In it, we found an elderly couple who had drank poison
together, right back at the beginning. They were still sitting in
their living room chairs, holding hands. The note they left was
really sweet. It just talked about their life together and their
children. They wrote about how much they loved them and how they
hoped they were ok and surviving. It talked about how they loved each
other and their lives and how they just couldn't see themselves being
able to stay alive, so they were going to end it their way.
Their
way. How could it really be their way when lots of people were doing
the same thing. What makes it so some people don't even want to try
to stay alive, while others hang on for all it's worth? Who knows.
All I know is that I'm going to keep doing what I can to keep myself
and my little group alive.
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