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Authors: Gareth Wood
Tags: Canada, Zombies, apocalypse, Armageddon, Journal, Living Dead, End of the world, postapocalyptic, permuted press, diary, romero, day by day armageddon
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Sarah remembered the guns upstairs and started looking for keys. She didn't find any, so we just smashed the glass on the case and took the weapons out with the locks still in place. There was ammunition as well, and I grabbed everything I could see. On the way out I stopped in the bathroom and checked what might be useful there. I took a 12-pack of toilet paper, three new bars of soap, a new tube of toothpaste, and an unopened pack of razors. I know I needed a shave, and the soap would be useful too. We were all filthy.
We all got back in the vehicles and backed out of the yard. We now had food, more ammo and guns, and some other supplies. As we left I saw the cat come out onto the porch and start to follow us. I braked hard, got out and ran back. I ducked inside and grabbed a garbage bag from the pantry, dumped the cat food bag into it, and then grabbed the cat on the way back out. I ran to the Rav4 and tossed the cat into the back with the food, and then drove away. I would be damned if I was going to leave anything alive behind for those things, even a cat! As we got onto the main road Sarah said she could see several walking dead approaching across the field, and several more from another direction. We turned back south and headed for the highway.
Darren apparently started complaining about an upset stomach soon after that. Jess had to stop and let him out to throw up. He got back in and was pale and hot, and when we stopped last night inside a chain link fenced area around a hydro maintenance shack he was still throwing up and feverish. Sarah diagnosed food poisoning, and we stayed put to give him a chance to rest.
We've found out the guns are a 12 Gauge Winchester Defender pump-action with a pistol grip, a 30-.06 lever-action hunting rifle that holds about 5 rounds, and some paramilitary .223 carbine that Jess got really hot and bothered over. There were also 75 shells for the shotgun, 250 for the rifle, but only about 175 rounds for the carbine. None of these match her own rifle's ammo, but she still has just under 480 rounds left there. The happy thing is that we all have a firearm now, plus spares. And now we are all but Darren going to have a supper of cold canned soup, crackers, and preserved peaches (we threw out the pickled eggs). There is a hint of smoke in the air, so I suppose a forest fire is burning someplace to the west. It's also a little cool, so we have all put on sweaters. Michael wants to call the cat Sparkle because of his collar, and seems really happy to see it. Jess says that they had a cat before all this started, but it got out and never came back.
We'll stay here until Darren feels better. We are surrounded by a fence, and trees outside that. The bugs aren't too bad, and the temperature is tolerable. We only need hot water for a shower. We'll have to find some way to heat water so I can shave, as the thought of dry-shaving gives me chills. My watch says it is 3:35 now, and it's quiet here. Almost peaceful. If I didn't know what the world out there was like now, I would think I was camping.
July 12
Darren is feeling a little better. He's hydrated, fed, and sleeping. Sarah has been keeping a close eye on him, since we have very limited medical supplies. We haven't moved from this spot by the hydro station, and probably won't until tomorrow. We haven't seen any walking dead here, so we feel pretty good. Can't really even smell them. We are going to try to scavenge for a portable stove so we can heat up food if we can find a propane source, or a camp fuel supply. Burning wood in a fire pit will create too much light and smoke to be worth the risk.
July 16
We left the hydro station two days ago. Jess had turned on the radio Tuesday evening just to check, not expecting to hear anything, and we got a signal. Someone was broadcasting on the local station, 94Xfm. When we tuned in there was a song playing by the Smashing Pumpkins. We all gathered around in shock and
We all got back in the vehicles and backed out of the yard. We now had food, more ammo and guns, and some other supplies. As we left I saw the cat come out onto the porch and start to follow us. I braked hard, got out and ran back. I ducked inside and grabbed a garbage bag from the pantry, dumped the cat food bag into it, and then grabbed the cat on the way back out. I ran to the Rav4 and tossed the cat into the back with the food, and then drove away. I would be damned if I was going to leave anything alive behind for those things, even a cat! As we got onto the main road Sarah said she could see several walking dead approaching across the field, and several more from another direction. We turned back south and headed for the highway.
Darren apparently started complaining about an upset stomach soon after that. Jess had to stop and let him out to throw up. He got back in and was pale and hot, and when we stopped last night inside a chain link fenced area around a hydro maintenance shack he was still throwing up and feverish. Sarah diagnosed food poisoning, and we stayed put to give him a chance to rest.
We've found out the guns are a 12 Gauge Winchester Defender pump-action with a pistol grip, a 30-.06 lever-action hunting rifle that holds about 5 rounds, and some paramilitary .223 carbine that Jess got really hot and bothered over. There were also 75 shells for the shotgun, 250 for the rifle, but only about 175 rounds for the carbine. None of these match her own rifle's ammo, but she still has just under 480 rounds left there. The happy thing is that we all have a firearm now, plus spares. And now we are all but Darren going to have a supper of cold canned soup, crackers, and preserved peaches (we threw out the pickled eggs). There is a hint of smoke in the air, so I suppose a forest fire is burning someplace to the west. It's also a little cool, so we have all put on sweaters. Michael wants to call the cat Sparkle because of his collar, and seems really happy to see it. Jess says that they had a cat before all this started, but it got out and never came back.
We'll stay here until Darren feels better. We are surrounded by a fence, and trees outside that. The bugs aren't too bad, and the temperature is tolerable. We only need hot water for a shower. We'll have to find some way to heat water so I can shave, as the thought of dry-shaving gives me chills. My watch says it is 3:35 now, and it's quiet here. Almost peaceful. If I didn't know what the world out there was like now, I would think I was camping.
July 12
Darren is feeling a little better. He's hydrated, fed, and sleeping. Sarah has been keeping a close eye on him, since we have very limited medical supplies. We haven't moved from this spot by the hydro station, and probably won't until tomorrow. We haven't seen any walking dead here, so we feel pretty good. Can't really even smell them. We are going to try to scavenge for a portable stove so we can heat up food if we can find a propane source, or a camp fuel supply. Burning wood in a fire pit will create too much light and smoke to be worth the risk.
July 16
We left the hydro station two days ago. Jess had turned on the radio Tuesday evening just to check, not expecting to hear anything, and we got a signal. Someone was broadcasting on the local station, 94Xfm. When we tuned in there was a song playing by the Smashing Pumpkins. We all gathered around in shock and
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