Discussion of Origins

Day 37: The undead were just as abundant today as they were yesterday. Therefore, Thomas and I decided to sit tight for another day. We really low on food, so we are going to have to do something tomorrow. With two people, it should be a little easier, though. We did talk a little more today and got into a discussion about where the zombies came from. He thinks it was some virus that the government created. Some how it escaped and spead throughout the world. Before the government could stop it, most of the country was infected. If thats the case, it couldn't have been an airborn virus because there are still some survivors out there like us. It could have a been another country that attacked us and unleashed it upon us. If thats what happened, how come none of our allies have helped us. I have not seen a single helicopter or plane since the outbreak. Unless it spread so quickly and managed to infect the rest of the world. Neither of us has not heard if the rest of the world is infected or not. We are both just assuming it is. We did bring up the whole religious explaination and that its God punishing the world. I don't really know what started it all. I don't think it being a virus made by the government is all that far-fetched. Thomas said he remembers hearing about the Nazis trying to reanimate the dead during World War II. I don't know if that is true or not, but I wouldn't put it past them. They would have done anything to win the war. I doubt we will find out what really caused it all. Right now I'm focused on just surviving and maybe seeing some kind of civilization forming again.

...and Hell Followed Them

Day 36: When I woke up this morning, Thomas was sitting next to a window just staring out it. I got up and walked over by him and looked out myself. I was shocked. The streets were filled with the undead. They must have followed the noise of the militia. We are totally screwed. Theres no way we could survive a trek anywhere now. Plus, we could hear gunshots off in the distance. The militia must still be around somewhere. To make matters worse, we have enough food for only a few more days and Eeyore's shit and piss will start to pile up. The only thing going for us is that we have plenty of shotgun and handgun ammo. Thank goodness for a trigger happy police force. We spent the day barricading the downstairs door just in case they zombies wanted to get in here. So far they haven't noticed us, though.

By the time we were all done, it was pretty late, but we started talking. Thomas didn't have much family, only a brother. When the outbreak happened. Thomas went to his house to find him. It was too late, though. His brother was already turned. Thomas couldn't bring himself to kill him. He just ran instead and has been running ever since. He keeps holding on to hope that he is still out there and that they will find a cure some day to turn him back. We both no that will never happen. The first survivors he found were the militia members. He escaped from them and ended up here. After reliving this events, Thomas didn't want to talk anymore. He went back to staring out the window and I went to bed.

The Four Horsemen...

Day 35: Well, Thomas was right. At a little bit after noon, we heard gunshots. They sounded far away, but at least within the city limits. About an hour later, we saw them. We were able to watch out of a third story window. There were four pickup trucks and 15 armed men. Just like Thomas said. They went right for the police station and plowed through the car fence. A couple hours later, they exited the station, but with not much supplies. They must not have found my stash. At one time, I thought we were going be found. Eeyore stared barking, so I put him in a closet for the time being. I didn't want to, but I didn't want to be found either. One of the guys looked in our direction when Eeyore bark, so I'm guessing he heard it. He looked around for a couple seconds and then went back to what he was doing. Thomas and I stayed quiet for the rest of the day and night. I still don't know if they are still here in the city somewhere or if they left. I don't want to take any chances though. I'm hearing more zombie moans coming from outside, but I have yet to take a look outside. The electricity is still on so the street lights work, but I'm just going to bury my head in the sand until morning. We are safe for the time being.

Trouble on the Way

Day 34: I was running pretty low on food, so I decided to take my chances and go back to the grocery store this morning. While I was gathering cars for I found another decent truck to use to move around. There was a sparse population of the undead around this morning until I reached the store. They were all over inside, but my old police SUV was still sitting just outside the doors. I thought that if I was quick, I could hop in there and take it back to the station. The back was about half full of food, so that would last me a little while. That way, I wouldn't have to risk going inside for food. The plan went off without a hitch. On the way back was where things took a twist...

I was a couple blocks from the station when a man ran in the middle of the road to flag me down. I could tell right away from his movements that he wasn't a zombie. He looked to be in pretty bad shape, though. I was bruised, beaten, and bloody. His news wasn't any better. He told me a militia of about 15 armed men was headed in this direction about a days drive away. I was not sure if I could trust him, but I didn't want to risk not listening to him. He told be everything he knew. His name is Thomas and he was from Green Bay. He survived there as long as he could until he was driven away by the militia. They attacked him, but he was able to escape. They have been following him ever since.

Then I realized something. The moment they saw my car fence, they would know that there is someone alive here. It may stop the zombies pretty well, but it won't do much to humans. We had to move somewhere else. Thomas and I found a building a couple blocks away. It was some sort of office building, but it was only 3 stories high. We moved most of my supplies, weapons, and food over there. I discoverd a heavy duty safe in the basement of the police station during one of my exploration trips in the station. I secretly hid some stuff in the safe in case Thomas was lying and tried to steal everything from me. This way, I would still have a little bit of supplies. It was pretty late once we got everything moved, so we tried to get some sleep. Eeyore slept next to me all night. I couldn't sleep at all, though. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring.