Day 80

We had to close off the basement area. We found a small cache of tools that we fashioned into some makeshift weapons, so we’ve been able to keep the hoard at bay.

It looks like someone trapped a group of them down there. There has to be at least 40 of those… things. We were sitting on top of them this whole time. Derek popped open a chained door, thinking it might lead to some supplies.

He was wrong.

The bottom floors are flooded with them. We sealed it off, but Alfonso wants to leave as soon as possible.

Derek got scrapped by one of those things. Jenny had some Medical supplies, so we patched him up, but Alfonso pulled me and Vlad aside and asked us to keep an eye on him. We don’t know how this thing works.

I would hate to have to kill a person with my new weapon;

A shovel with a bowie-knife strapped to the handle-side—pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself. Saved my hide when Derek and I were running from those things.

I guess I should call them something other than “those things.” It’s been almost four months. Doesn’t look like they’re going anywhere.

I used to watch those horror shows with my brother back when we were kids. These things are a lot like those slavering zombies in those shows. I would like to think that it was not exactly like that, but, if it looks like a zombie, moves like a zombie and bites like a zombie…

Well, I would suspect we will be on our way soon. Alfonso is getting more and more jumpy the longer we stay here.

We’re heading towards Jenny’s old house to scavenge some of the rural homesteads. Then, we will make for the grocery store.

Hopefully Derek doesn’t turn before we can get him some more substantial help than some triple-antibiotic ointment and a Superman Band-aide.