July
2, 2017
We
should reach the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in the next few
days. It's been an interesting ride. We're in Eastern Idaho and
continuing South East, maybe to Colorado. We're not sure where
exactly we're heading, but we hope to find a place to stay, hopefully
with other people. Just having the two of us travelling together has
been better than being by myself in the tower, but still not the
safest. Now, safety really is in numbers and I think the minimum that
we're looking for is four others to join us.
It's
so hard to find people to survive with now. First off, we haven't
seen any other live people since everyone left town before the horde
and I ran into Jackson. We've been looking, too, both half hopeful
and half afraid. Hopeful to find anyone still alive and not crazy.
Afraid because there's no guarantee that people haven't gone to that
'Mad Max' place and are more like mutant bikers.
We
might not have seen anyone, but we've see evidence of them. People
hung at crossroads, the women usually naked and obviously had been
raped. Men lined up and shot execution style while no females are
left dead. The occasional female zombie, stumbling along, naked, and
covered in their own blood, more than likely having died from their
treatment. Sometimes we've seen women tied to trees or in cars, one
time, we found a naked female zombie tied up in the trunk of a police
car.
We
even found the scene of two groups that had fought it out to the
death. Both groups were hiding behind cars and facing each other and
there were guns laying beside all the bodies, right where they'd
fallen. We searched through all their stuff and found some food,
knives, and of course the guns. It looked like they were fighting
over an RV of women, and someone had decided that if they were all
dying, so were the women, since the RV was shot all to hell. I vetoed
going through the RV, there was puddles of blood that had run out of
it, long, blood soaked blonde hair stuck out from under the door and
I didn't want to see what was left of the women in there.
Yesterday
afternoon, we were looking for a place to stay when we found this
cool stone house, I guess you might call it a villa. The place was
huge and empty. We went in like we were going to find a group of
undead in the house, but cleared it without finding anyone or
anything. It had this round room at one end and it had stairs on the
outside, great for easy viewing but not so great to defend from a
horde of undead. I spent time up there, watching the stars and
eventually, Jackson joined me. He'd found a telescope and we spent a
couple of hours looking at the stars. For a small time, I was able to
forget about the pandemic, the zombies and everything.
Then,
about midnight, we both heard a zombie start moaning. When I looked
over the side, there was one straggler that must've heard us talking,
since we weren't trying to be quiet. We headed down and took it out,
then headed to be. It'd been nice to do something normal for a few
hours, but now it was back to reality.
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