[Say ‘No’ to Zombies!] Day 9.

 

What happens when a person with some common sense wakes up to a “zombie apocalypse”? Shit gets done, that’s what.

Spoiler: the dog doesn’t die.

Please note: this work of fiction involves a lot of swear words/cussing and adult themes. Kiddos beware.

April 26th
7:46am

The only drawback to being on last watch is that once people start waking up, it’s time to get breakfast going. We’re just having warmed up ground beef gravy, but still.

Mike and I talked it over while we were on watch. We’re gonna go ahead and get a move on today. He used to live down near the harbor, and it’s a good two hour drive, at least. Walking is going to take a couple days, especially if we only travel during the day. We’re giving Abby and Ben about another hour before we wake them up. We want to be on the road by ten. That only gives us about 8 hours of light to work with.  

The kids are awake. Jason has them getting their gear rolled up and on the wagon. I told them they could have breakfast as soon as they’re done. Mike volunteered to get their food warmed up. I told him about this journal, and he thinks it’s a good idea. He doesn’t have anything to add to it, since him and Karla just hightailed it to the water, but he likes the idea that someone is keeping a record of what’s going on. He said he has a couple

The sun is shining. You’d never know it was raining cats and fucking dogs just yesterday.

Abby is awake. Time to fill her in on the plan.


1:23pm

Ben gave me his watch. Said I have more use for it than he does. Seems like everyone is all in for this record thing to be done.

We’ve stopped to give the kids a break. Jason is doing fine so far, but Timmy is tired and Chloe is getting a bit stir crazy in the wagon.

We haven’t ran into any trolls yet, but we’re also not in area with a lot of houses yet. The roads have been deserted so far too, so we’ve made really good time. If the roads stay clear, and still no trolls, we might keep moving on after sunset. We’re still deciding on that one. It seems a bit too risky to be moving after dark, but at the same time, we need to cover as much distance as we can.

There really isn’t much to talk about. We’re walking. And talking. We’re all a little too tense to talk much, but we’re all learning a little more about each other as we go.

Abby’s ex-husband lives out in California. He had never wanted kids in the first place, so when they divorced, she got full custody. Her family lives in Wisconsin (or Wyoming, I forget. One of the ‘W’ states out west.), so she’s been on her own for the past three years. Working two jobs, and juggling the boys school and baseball practices. I don’t think I’d be able to do it. I’d lose my fucking mind. It explains why her boys are so good though. They’ve had an amazing role model.

Chloe is a good kid too, just…a handful. I still don’t know the story there, Dave and Ben have been using the bikes to ride ahead of us. They’re about a mile ahead of us right now, taking their own break while they wait for us.

Scott is chaffing at the bit. Timmy and Chloe are switching places for a little while. Time to get moving again.


7:30pm

We’re stopped for the night. The kids were driving us insane. I didn’t bother trying to write every time we stopped. It was fucking ridiculous. We’re not even out of fucking Delaware yet. We’re squatting in a house again. Power is out here, too, but they have a generator. We’re charging the phones and the bluetooth sets.

At least we don’t have to worry about the owners of this place coming back, unexpectedly. They were shuffling around in the master bedroom. Scott and I got rid of them.

I wish we could study the trolls better. Get an idea of how they hunt. From what the coast guard guy said, it sounds like they hunt by smell, but how does that even work? The only thing we know for sure is that it’s not vision.

Our wagons are in the garage. We had to move the cars that were in there out. I wish we could hitch the wagons to the back of the car and just ride in the car. It would be so much faster. Gonna talk it over with Mike tonight while we’re on first watch. It would really speed things up.

The sun is down. Abby and Jason are getting the kids ready for bed. Mike is watching out the back window. I have the front window. It’s damn near impossible to see with all the trees, but we haven’t seen anyone all day, so I’m not really stressing. According to Mike, the area isn’t all that populated anyway. He’s worried about the harbor we’re headed for, but there’s not much we can do. We have to get off the peninsula. And I really do not want to have to walk all the way around the bay. Just…no.

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