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problem is that there were rarely just one at a time. They have no regard for their own safety, and apparently feel no pain whatsoever. Aaron again told us how he met his first zombie, and shot him with all six of his shots before realizing the bullets were doing nothing. He managed to kill the zombie by bashing its head with a two by four.
My personal favorite is watching them attempt to get across larger rivers in order to get to me. They are washed away and crushed into each other and river rocks, only to get up and keep trying.
There is no idea if there is a cure. The world fell apart rather quickly , and no one remembers hearing anything about a potential cure on the news before they went quiet.
In the end, the planet appears eminently doomed, but those of us who are still alive will just try to make the best of it till the end finally reaches. The group did mention a little more about the larger group in Charlotte, which involved many government and scientific types, but at that point , people started taking their baths and at this moment in time, with the end of the world in full progress, that seemed like a far more important subject than anything else.
As I finish writing this, it is my turn for a bath. I’ll use one bucket each of cold and hot water, and a bar of soap I found. Sucks I will have to put these same dirty clothes back on, but at this point, it’s only a good two days hike back to the house, probably three with this group. Then I can get a real hot shower and clean clothes. And eat something other than cereal bars.
Evan’s Notes: I cracked up when Brian said there are people still called Lucy. I thought the very same thing when I first met her.
Entry 15 – Not Going Home [15]
Last night went smoothly enough. Tague and I raided a few of the nearby houses and managed to find a few boxes of noodles and some rather ancient tomato paste. Add some water and spices which we also found, and the six of us actually enjoyed Italian dinner; pasta a la apocalypse. During our little food hunting excursion, we ran across a house that has a few zombies locked inside. It must have been death from within, just like we had talked about earlier during the day. But it just added to that sense that no matter how good you felt about the situation, you always, one hundred percent of the time, had to be on full alert. We could have simply walked into that house, and been attacked in the dark without knowing any better. When we returned to our house, and told the group what we had found, the rest of the evening, while filling, was rather somber.
So jump forward to this morning. It appears that the rest of the group had a discussion without me. They had discussed what they, as a group, had as options to continue on. They had failed in their mission to find survivors in Asheville, and had nearly lost their lives because of it, and now they all agreed they just wanted to return to Charlotte and the semblance of civilization that still existed there.
They then asked me to come with them.
When everything went to hell at first, my father and I clearly came to the conclusion that going into any major city, would be complete suicide. The mass of population in the cities was only conducive to creating mega masses of zombies. It was already difficult to sneak around smaller towns, and I had gotten rather lucky in Hendersonville, but going into Charlotte seemed like a very bad idea.
I tried telling them that I really wasn’t interested , and at first the group was confused at this. This is how that conversation went:
Me: “I am more than good at my house.”
Group: “There are soldiers and even some government people at the airport. They have even managed to find some scientists to start studying a cure. That’s where humanity will restart.”
Me: “My house is very safe up in the mountains. I’ve been up there for almost nine months now without seeing a zombie.”
I remember the
My personal favorite is watching them attempt to get across larger rivers in order to get to me. They are washed away and crushed into each other and river rocks, only to get up and keep trying.
There is no idea if there is a cure. The world fell apart rather quickly , and no one remembers hearing anything about a potential cure on the news before they went quiet.
In the end, the planet appears eminently doomed, but those of us who are still alive will just try to make the best of it till the end finally reaches. The group did mention a little more about the larger group in Charlotte, which involved many government and scientific types, but at that point , people started taking their baths and at this moment in time, with the end of the world in full progress, that seemed like a far more important subject than anything else.
As I finish writing this, it is my turn for a bath. I’ll use one bucket each of cold and hot water, and a bar of soap I found. Sucks I will have to put these same dirty clothes back on, but at this point, it’s only a good two days hike back to the house, probably three with this group. Then I can get a real hot shower and clean clothes. And eat something other than cereal bars.
Evan’s Notes: I cracked up when Brian said there are people still called Lucy. I thought the very same thing when I first met her.
Entry 15 – Not Going Home [15]
Last night went smoothly enough. Tague and I raided a few of the nearby houses and managed to find a few boxes of noodles and some rather ancient tomato paste. Add some water and spices which we also found, and the six of us actually enjoyed Italian dinner; pasta a la apocalypse. During our little food hunting excursion, we ran across a house that has a few zombies locked inside. It must have been death from within, just like we had talked about earlier during the day. But it just added to that sense that no matter how good you felt about the situation, you always, one hundred percent of the time, had to be on full alert. We could have simply walked into that house, and been attacked in the dark without knowing any better. When we returned to our house, and told the group what we had found, the rest of the evening, while filling, was rather somber.
So jump forward to this morning. It appears that the rest of the group had a discussion without me. They had discussed what they, as a group, had as options to continue on. They had failed in their mission to find survivors in Asheville, and had nearly lost their lives because of it, and now they all agreed they just wanted to return to Charlotte and the semblance of civilization that still existed there.
They then asked me to come with them.
When everything went to hell at first, my father and I clearly came to the conclusion that going into any major city, would be complete suicide. The mass of population in the cities was only conducive to creating mega masses of zombies. It was already difficult to sneak around smaller towns, and I had gotten rather lucky in Hendersonville, but going into Charlotte seemed like a very bad idea.
I tried telling them that I really wasn’t interested , and at first the group was confused at this. This is how that conversation went:
Me: “I am more than good at my house.”
Group: “There are soldiers and even some government people at the airport. They have even managed to find some scientists to start studying a cure. That’s where humanity will restart.”
Me: “My house is very safe up in the mountains. I’ve been up there for almost nine months now without seeing a zombie.”
I remember the
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