Day 111

So, we had to make a quick getaway. Left my power-source at the hotel in the rush. I got the laptop out, but I only just found a replacement.

A lot has happened in these past days.

So, while I was writing my last entry, some explosions happened outside. I looked out the window. Three Hummers had driven up to the outside of the hotel and began firing heavy weapons into their ranks. Mowed down almost half of them in just a couple minutes.

The men were army, I’m sure of it. But, they made a critical mistake; they made too much noise. So much noise brought in more Zoms. They were soon overrun and a few thousand of those things swarmed all over the region and  burst into the hotel.

We had to cut our way out.

Kyle wanted to try and reach the army convoy and get their weapons, but it would have been suicide.

But, he wouldn’t give up.

He convinced Miranda to go for the weapons with him.

Long story short, she got bitten.

She’s still alive, but it won’t be long. Honestly, it’s a miracle that she has lived this long. Vlad wanted to put her out of her misery, but Kyle wouldn’t allow it.

After we left the hotel, we started towards the Gulf, like I wanted, but we didn’t get far. We ran into another hoard that forced us north.

So, Kyle got his wish and we made for Oklahoma.

We settled down in a small town again. There are fewer of those Zoms in small towns. Packed up on rations and spent the night in a country house. We found a rifle there that Jenny claimed she could use. Not sure how I feel about a sweet old lady blasting off Zombie heads, but I guess she wants to be useful.

Horace is making Miranda stay in a different house. She and Kyle are down the street. I hate to see her die. She’s been with us since the beginning, but she trusted Kyle too much and now she’s suffering for it.

Eugene says it’s just a matter of time.

He and Boris have taken to studying those things; trying to figure out what really makes them tick. He’s no doctor, but he’s absolutely the second-smartest person here… after Horace.

Horace doesn’t seem too concerned with studying them. He does seem to get a lot of joy out of killing them. It’s actually a little unnerving. He and Fiora will charge head-first into a group and just hack them to shreds while Homer spots them from far away.

These past days, I’ve really seen them use brilliant tactics to take care of difficult situations. There is one problem though.

Alfonso seems to be growing less and less concerned with the group dynamic. He and Vlad are going out of their way to kill those thigns now; like it’s some strange sport. They’ll see one in the distance and, rather than just let it pass, they will rush out and batter it until it’s nothing but a bloody stump.

It’s keeping them away from us, but it’s a dangerous tactic to use.

Frankly, I would rather stick with Horace’s group. They’re cautious and move slower, but you can’t deny how effective they are.

Since they joined, I haven’t had to use Ophelia very often.

Anyways, Linda is making us, what she calls, a “home cooked meal” tonight with Jenny’s help. Hopefully, it will help take our minds off the fact that Miranda’s hours are numbered.