July 3, 2017
I let Leslie read my first entry and
he said I should explain why I'm writing this down. I was voted by
everyone else to write down how we got to where we are. I don't know
why I'm the one that was chosen, but I agreed to do it.
Well, let's see, we left the little
New Mexico town we had been staying in, I don't remember the name. I'd
stayed in dozens of them over the years of making low budget horror
films, all of us had. That's the life we lived. Moving from place to
place with each new production, not making enough to always go home
between movies, living from a bag in hotels and eating food other
people made.
That night, we made it to this old,
abandoned adobe house just over the Colorado border. We huddled
together and made a fire in the middle of the roofless living room. We
had set up a watch schedule and the ones on duty had the two pistols
I owned and had brought with me for personal protection.
None of us slept very well. Every
little sound made us jump and any movement made the ones on watch
turn on their flashlights, which would wake up any of us who had
managed to get to sleep. Most of us had given up before the sun rose
the next morning and were up, making camp coffee over the fire. By
around 9 am everyone was up and ready to move on.
We got back in the truck and headed
out after breakfast and by around 1 pm, we had found a compound of
people who, while suspicious, were willing to take us in. They called
themselves Alive Farms and had around 30 people already in their
community. We met with their leader, Jose Pina, and were interviewed
about who we were, where we came from, and what we had experienced so
far. Jose thought it was amusing that when the zombies attacked, we
didn't know because of the extras in make-up. Then he wondered if we
could use this skill, along with something he'd seen in the Walking
Dead, to get around the undead. In the show, they cut open a zombie
and rubbed its smelly decomp on themselves to fool the zombies sense
of smell. Jose wondered if this would work and we decided to try it
sometime in the near future. They had tried to just do the smell
thing, but the zombies could still pick them off, so if we do the
make-up too, maybe, it will fool them.
We spent a week settling in, everyone
was given a job and a schedule for patrol duty, and we became part of
their community. We've been here ever since and most of our skills
have been appreciated. Jason, who was one of our carpenters to build
sets and set pieces, has been teaching people how to properly build
and fix the buildings that are already here. We also brought people
from the catering team, who know how to cook and they've been working
with some of the older wives to come up with recipes for what we have
to eat.
This place, so far, has been safe and
secure and we are grateful they took us in. We had no where to go,
since we all lived in Southern California, and we were going to die
if we stayed out on the road. Whether it would've been death by
zombie or death by mishap or death by people who turned to the dark
side, it wouldn't have mattered. We would've been dead. And now, we
have a chance to be part of this group, surviving and living. Please,
keep us safe, anything listening out there. God, the universe, Odin,
anyone listening. Please, keep us safe.
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