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unbelieving stares.
I explained to them that for some reason, the zombies simply didn’t go up into the mountains. The only one I had encountered above thirty-five hundred feet was probably just another survivor that had died while up at higher elevations already. I wasn’t sure why this was like this, but it is what it was. Then, without really giving out too much information about my house, I told them that it was quite possibly the safest place on the entire planet. When they started asking questions as to why, well, my lack of thorough answers probably scared them off a bit. They seemed to have nothing to hide, and here I was hiding something from them, but, I was rather jealous of my survival location.
Up to this point, while I had planned on taking them back to the house, I wasn’t quite sure that it was the right thing to do. After hearing that they planned on going back to Charlotte, I was a little relieved, even if it meant giving up human companionship again.
The issue was though, that they wanted me to go with them. My conversation with Aaron hinted at this. While it seemed to me that he was the obvious leader of his group, he was assuming that by my survival and ability to rescue them, that the mantle of leadership of this new, slightly larger group had now passed on to me. Little did he know my survival had nothing to do with my skills.
Aaron: “Listen, you got us out of a huge bind, a bind I blindly put us in. You’ve survived out here for nine months, and we barely are. We really need your help”
Me: “To be honest Aaron, I got really lucky with the fire. And I’ve survived so well out here because I’ve been hidden away really good. I'm sure I'm nothing more than you. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”
Aaron: “But you know how to get around. We were constantly running into zombies on the way up here, and you seem to have managed to get us around with barely seeing any. I'm terrified of taking them back. With you, you can get us through without running into any zombies.”
Me: “Hey, I seriously am no pro here. I’ve been lucky and have used common sense. That’s it. If you want, I can show you guys what route I’d take to get back.”
It easily would have stayed at that. It was a reasonable reply. I honestly had no more idea about what I was doing at times than they, but I could map out how I would go and they could take those routes.
BUT...
I'm a sucker for women. And Lucy is beautiful, gorgeous really. And I haven’t been around a woman in....well, nine months. So when she jumped into the conversation , and was begging for my help in that damsel in distress way that always seems to get me suckered in, I practically gave in.
To add insult to my own stupidity, it’s not like Lucy and I could have anything. Clearly, she and Aaron are together. But, ok, I’ve agreed to help them.
I continue to make rather bad decisions in the hope that my luck continues to keep me alive.
I need to pull out the maps and keep myself and these people from being mobbed by zombies.
Wonderful.
The group’s trip from Hendersonville to the Charlotte Airport. Top from west to bottom east.
Entry 16 – Evening [16]
We plan on leaving the next morning. We’ll trek back into Hendersonville, but taking a very different route, in order to avoid any of the zombies that might have followed our trail when we left in a hurry. I think I have a route that will primarily take us into South Carolina through some mountain roads, and then south up into Charlotte. I really don’t like that last part, and have suggested we walk it instead of drive it. I still have a bad feeling we won’t even make it to Charlotte, and that some mass of zombies will get us turned around.
None the less, I do understand a little bit more about their desire to return there. I'm sure that I am, by far one of the luckiest human beings on this planet to have found myself in my father’s hideout home on the mountains, when
I explained to them that for some reason, the zombies simply didn’t go up into the mountains. The only one I had encountered above thirty-five hundred feet was probably just another survivor that had died while up at higher elevations already. I wasn’t sure why this was like this, but it is what it was. Then, without really giving out too much information about my house, I told them that it was quite possibly the safest place on the entire planet. When they started asking questions as to why, well, my lack of thorough answers probably scared them off a bit. They seemed to have nothing to hide, and here I was hiding something from them, but, I was rather jealous of my survival location.
Up to this point, while I had planned on taking them back to the house, I wasn’t quite sure that it was the right thing to do. After hearing that they planned on going back to Charlotte, I was a little relieved, even if it meant giving up human companionship again.
The issue was though, that they wanted me to go with them. My conversation with Aaron hinted at this. While it seemed to me that he was the obvious leader of his group, he was assuming that by my survival and ability to rescue them, that the mantle of leadership of this new, slightly larger group had now passed on to me. Little did he know my survival had nothing to do with my skills.
Aaron: “Listen, you got us out of a huge bind, a bind I blindly put us in. You’ve survived out here for nine months, and we barely are. We really need your help”
Me: “To be honest Aaron, I got really lucky with the fire. And I’ve survived so well out here because I’ve been hidden away really good. I'm sure I'm nothing more than you. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”
Aaron: “But you know how to get around. We were constantly running into zombies on the way up here, and you seem to have managed to get us around with barely seeing any. I'm terrified of taking them back. With you, you can get us through without running into any zombies.”
Me: “Hey, I seriously am no pro here. I’ve been lucky and have used common sense. That’s it. If you want, I can show you guys what route I’d take to get back.”
It easily would have stayed at that. It was a reasonable reply. I honestly had no more idea about what I was doing at times than they, but I could map out how I would go and they could take those routes.
BUT...
I'm a sucker for women. And Lucy is beautiful, gorgeous really. And I haven’t been around a woman in....well, nine months. So when she jumped into the conversation , and was begging for my help in that damsel in distress way that always seems to get me suckered in, I practically gave in.
To add insult to my own stupidity, it’s not like Lucy and I could have anything. Clearly, she and Aaron are together. But, ok, I’ve agreed to help them.
I continue to make rather bad decisions in the hope that my luck continues to keep me alive.
I need to pull out the maps and keep myself and these people from being mobbed by zombies.
Wonderful.
The group’s trip from Hendersonville to the Charlotte Airport. Top from west to bottom east.
Entry 16 – Evening [16]
We plan on leaving the next morning. We’ll trek back into Hendersonville, but taking a very different route, in order to avoid any of the zombies that might have followed our trail when we left in a hurry. I think I have a route that will primarily take us into South Carolina through some mountain roads, and then south up into Charlotte. I really don’t like that last part, and have suggested we walk it instead of drive it. I still have a bad feeling we won’t even make it to Charlotte, and that some mass of zombies will get us turned around.
None the less, I do understand a little bit more about their desire to return there. I'm sure that I am, by far one of the luckiest human beings on this planet to have found myself in my father’s hideout home on the mountains, when
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