Finally got to charge the laptop, lots to catch up on...lots of hopeless shit.
Poplar Bluff is just the beginning. Trevor took a trip all the way to the coast...and it's all gone. Moans or silence reign in the valleys and mountains. And we're all that stands in their way from making it an undead sea to shining sea. There's not enough of us...just like last time.
More bad news from John Haas. The poor guy barely got out of Rolla, and he said the zeds are somehow leaving the St. Louis quarantine. Trevor's taking him as one of the Saints, seems John has a bit of a vendetta against the Zeds. The lack of Jr. says it all, I don't wanna salt new wounds. But from the North and West? A damn undead hammer and anvil, with poor little SEMO in between.
We split up when we hit campus, Jesse taking my dossiers on potential Flock team members. I highly recommended Tom Osterberg, man could turn anything explosive. Trevor went back to his HQ, probably devising some sort of mission we would never hear about. Meanwhile I went home to check on Christina, who was feeling so much better. I wished I hadn't have had such bad news for her. I told her what we had seen...and we could only really hold each other. In the face of such despair, what else can you do?
It's interesting. I really only met her because of the last invasion...she wasn't quite as heavily armed as the rest of us, and I happened to be there to save her from five or so zeds. Salsa dancing may have also had something to do with it...those were the happy times amidst all the terrible memories.
Well, at the very least, someone has to convince the administration that this time, we need to be prepared. Gates are one thing, but heavy artillery is another. The school is technically a government installation and the National Guard could come help us. But they barely did last time, and then they only left a couple of squads for mainly security. I've arranged a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. They should listen to one of the "Heroes" of the last invasion...but we're all still kids to them. Some hero anyway...I'm a joke.
Well, I'm beat. I'm going to spend some time with the lady before I hit the hay, big day tomorrow.
Could be one of our last.
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