Day 90, Part 1

So, it’s been an eventful day. Let me take it one thing at a time and break it down into two parts.

So, this morning, around dawn, Alfonso woke me up because the scratching was back. We painted the windows with black paint, so we couldn’t see through them, but we were able to sneak up to the roof and peer over the side.

I was right. More survivors. What looked like three hooded teens were trying to pry open the door with crowbars. I had to give credit to them, most teens would just smash the window and grab what they could, but these three were smarter than that.

Smashing the window would cause a lot of noise. And that noise would be like sounding the dinner bell for the Zoms (I feel it catching on).   They were being subtle about it… at first.

That was, until one of them caught sight of Alfonso ducking back onto the roof. We spooked them. One of them, the tallest, grabbed a shotgun out of his backpack.

My respect for them disappeared instantly as they unloaded a shot right at us.

It was the most noise I’ve heard in days.

They threw caution to the wind and threw one of their crowbars into the window, shattering it entirely. Alfonso and I ran downstairs to  help sort things out. By the time we got down there, the rest of our team were rushing towards us as the three boys unloaded gunfire into the store.

Eugene sported a nice-sized bullet wound on his leg, but other than that, we were relatively unscathed. We bared the door to the stairs that lead to the roof and locked ourselves in. On the other side, we could hear the panicked voices of the teens as they ransacked our carefully-constructed supply sorting.

We were going to just wait them out and let them leave…

Until we realized that Jenny was not with us.

They called out, saying they had our “Granny,” and that we should come out and “surrender the good stuff.”

Alfonso and Kyle went out to negotiate (though, I didn’t think he was the best choice), but I could hear things get heated fast. I came out to try and diffuse the situation, but, just as I came out of the door, a bullet blasted through the back of one of the looter’s heads, dropping him to the ground.