From the recovered journal of the Battle of the New Alamo, June 13

June 13, 2017

     I've been so lonely. It's been two weeks since I've written because there's been nothing to write about. Just the same day over and over again. Just me watching the zombies going over the walls in singles and small groups. Me, packing some supplies in the bags I found in the office. Me, reading between watching the zombies. Sleeping, eating, watching, packing and reading. So lonely and boring.

     Then today, I heard the sound of loud mariachi music coming from outside the walls. I hurried to the bell tower area and climbed up the wooden ladder. There, outside the walls, there were several cars with the doors open and the music pumping. I didn't see anyone alive, but had to assume they'd been there to set up the cars and the music.

     The thought of other people, out there, still alive, got me so excited and I decided to grab some supplies and stay in the tower until they came back. I decided that before I climbed down, I needed to take another look around. I saw that larger groups of undead were going over the walls and the ones already outside the fort were packing in around the cars, all reaching over each other and moaning at the sound of the music. At the rate they were leaving, this place could be clear in a day or so.

     I climbed down and spent an hour or so getting what I might need for the next few hours. I even grabbed a sleeping bag so I could be more comfortable and made the two trips up and down the ladder to get what I had into the tower. I set myself up and settled in with my binoculars to wait.

     Hours passed and I passed the time by using my binoculars to look around. The zombies closest to the cars were being squished by all the ones pushing from behind them. They were turning into a black smear on the side of the car and then turned into zombie jelly under the feet of the undead pushing towards the car. I got bored watching the zombie jelly show and decided to look around at all the rooftops I could see. That's when I saw another person watching from the roof of a neighboring building. He was set up like I was, with supplies and a sleeping bag for something to sit on. I knew he'd seen me, so I kept my binoculars on him and stood up to wave. He waved back and started talking into a walkie talkie he pulled from his utility belt. I assume he was contacting the rest of his group and letting them know there was someone alive in the Alamo.

     More hours passed, and then suddenly, the music shut off and farther down the road, a new set of loud music started. They were drawing the undead away. Brilliant! They would have to do it a couple more times to get enough of the zombies out of the fort. But, it was going to work. Now, I had to figure out what I was going to do. Do I wait for the group to come in and try to join them? Or, do I try to go over the wall away from where they were drawing all the zombies over the wall? Should I avoid them, in case they turned out to be bad people? Or do I take the chance on them being decent people still?

     I'm going to have to watch them when they come to reset the whole 'music as a decoy' deal. I need to really pay attention to the people who show up. Are they only men? All only one color? Do they get along with each other? What does their appearance look like? Are their clothes dirty or are they dirty? I'm the only one who survived this place and all the insanity that happened here. I should be able to tell if the people out there seem like good people, or if they're evil. Hopefully I can tell, anyway. I really don't want to stay here alone, or try to survive out there all on my own. In this world, safety is in numbers, and one is not enough. Besides, it's lonely and I'm tired of being lonely.

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