Day 310 “The Zombies are coming”
Today is the final day outside before we leave for home. Colonel Rives is making great progress on walking and Ronin has fully cleared for duty. In two weeks we will be making our way back home. The SUV still needs some work and made ready to travel. Which means a lot of grunt work. Like rotate the tires, change the oil and clean out the filters if they even can be cleaned. Lily and Beth are working on getting the packs for each ready. Ronin and Will were on guard detail. While we tasked away. It was Will that sounded the alarm to hide. The ghouls have made it to our home.
We gathered to watch them march down the road. At first it was just a few of them. Then a small army of just marching down the road. To fire a gun would be a death sentence for us. There were more of them than we had bullets. We took shelter inside the garage while the ghouls passed. I had finished working on the SUV, so we hid in there ready to drive out of there if we needed to. Thinking back, we should have just ran back into the shelter. I was sitting in the driver’s seat and could just make out the endless tide of monsters. They were heading somewhere, but the road they are marching on ends in a few miles. Something must have been calling for them. (more…)
Day 290 “Only static”
Still nothing over the radio and it is starting to get to all of us. If we can not get in touch will Daikon the trip back to camp will be so much more difficult. It would be great to have the support or at least a meet up point with a team. Maybe some of the military personnel from Canson have made it to camp by now. To let them know where we are. To think I could have been back with the rest of my family by now if I joined that team. Was coming back to our old shelter a mistake? Ronin would not have made the walk back. That is for sure. Someone would have carried Colonel Rives back on a stretcher. Also guided Will until his eyes opened back up. Maybe it was wrong to come back here. My head keeps telling me it was wrong to come back, but my gut says it was the right call.
During our sewing time I brought it up to the group. Was it wrong for us to come back here. I felt guilty almost instantly once Ronin spoke up. He said that if it had not been for him we could all be back in Daikon. You could see it in everyone’s faces that he was not wrong about it. Colonel Rives took a break from working on the radio to chime in. He said that there was no way of knowing what was on the road back to Daikon. That transporting the injured to a save location while the others made there way back to camp was a better option. The way Canson looked after the last cascade event this was the closest safest place to be. Then he used all those year of command knowledge to put my mind to ease. (more…)
It would have been wishful thinking that the monster would all be hiding to. At least it was only a small group of ghouls that founds. You know nothing to big maybe 20 or 30 of those rotten shambaling maybe ex human corpse. I saw them in the early morning before my watched ended. At first I thought it was other survivors. The ash was still running down, so easy mistake. Once they came closer I saw one of missing a arm and the other part of its torso. It was clear that we were in trouble. (more…)
The count down came and gone. Everyone was holding their collective breath as it reached zero over the radio. The robotic voice giving a play by play of the effect. After an hour everyone went back to work maintaining the shelter. I stayed inside the engineering room to managed the cables. After the third time I tripped over a cable someone needed to do it. Segreat Cole and I were the only one inside the room when the alarm over the radio came in. Cascade Failure seeking immediate shelter. Sergeant Cole ran out of the room to go get Colonel Rives leaving me alone. (more…)
Half of our forces left to take the civilians to Daikon this mornings. They took all but one humvee and a lot of resources. Once they left it felt like we were on a desert island. Back up is a days away and dangers lurks all around us.. While the General is away we are tasked to find replacement transport incase we need it. Which means some of us are going to the suburbs to find working vehicles. You will never guess whos team got assigned to that task. (more…)
Today we buried all the people that passed away from the attack. We held The service at sunrise. The suns rose slowly warming us as the rays lit the predawn ground. Dad gave a simple eulogy. Listing the names of the fallen. There was ten in total that died during and after the attack. The Smiths family lost their oldest and youngest son. The Lopez family was wiped out of all five family members. Leaving an open cabin for a new family to move into. Yesterday the last Davis brother passed from his injury. Preceding his two other brothers. Had it not been for all these people I would not be here today. I attended the funeral with all the other veterans and their families. The bodies were buried in one large grave and a single headstone marked the people that lay to rest there. We gave our thanks and goodbyes. Then set out for work. Even though you feel like the world had stop, it goes on. It has been a long last seven day since the attack. The ghouls still keep attacking, but not in numbers like before. A few here and there. Most of them a ghastly remembrance of the person it once was. I have not been to the battle site since the attack, but am told the new ghouls that have arriving do not look pretty. Once they are dispatched they get their own funeral. Each day a tractor pushes the slayed ghouls into a pile to be burned that night. No one cries for them.