This morning, we woke up to a muffled scratching on the
front door.
It was chained close and all but welded to the frame, so
there was no amount of scratching that would get anyone in there, but it was alarming.
Alfonso and Vlad went to check it out, but there was no sign
of any of the Zoms (a name I’m trying out). But, there was a crumpled up chip
bag that Vlad swore was not there when we arrived. Alfonso thinks that other
survivors are around and were trying to get in.
I hope they don’t come back. I’m not sure we are in the
right state of mind to negotiate with other humans.
We’ll see, I guess.
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