Okay, I finally got in the house to grab my laptop. I plugged it up a while back when I first got to Essex...but I had to barricade myself in the cellar for protection from the zombies. The house wasn't safe. Too many entry ways. The cellar was the next-best choice. It has worked quite well so far. The rifle Kevin gave me has also worked wonderfully. Luckily, he gave me an extra loaded clip. It didn't last too long after I got here, of course, but I'm also from a town full of rednecks and hunters. I found .22 ammo easily.
It's been about three weeks since I started hiding out down here. It's apparent to me that no human knows I'm down here. Trevor has not found me. Kevin hasn't. Chris. Jesse. None of them. They have no idea. I miss them. I last saw Trevor before he left for California. I have no idea how he's doing. He's strong, and so are the rest of the guys...so I'm pretty sure they're surviving. It may not be that bad in Cape. I don't know...telecommunications are completely out of service here. No phone...no Internet. Can't mail a letter...I shot the undead mail clerk not long after I got into town. However, the zombie visits are becoming fewer as time drags on. I'm thinking I'll try to make a run for it in a couple of days.
See, Trevor left Kevin in charge of protecting and entertaining me when he left. It was a good choice. We went to the shooting range for my birthday (I'm quite good with a rifle, we discovered), and Kevin decided I should take his rifle for protection when I had to be alone. We didn't know how soon the undead would start popping up around town, you know. I decided to head south to Essex and see the fam for my birthday. And Essex was not the way I left it at all. It smelled so...bad. And it always looked dead when you drove in, but it looked...dead in a new way. It was creepy. It made my stomach churn. I knew what had happened. I was completely numb. Then I was instantly snapped out of my dazed pondering by a loud thud and the jarring sight of a body crashing into my windshield and proceeding to roll over my car. I stopped. The body got up. I threw it into reverse and floored it. My first zombie kill. Now my car was dirtier than it already was. Zombie fluids on top of dust and bird poop. Lovely. And it hasn't gotten prettier since.
I need to be with my friends. My family is not here...I'm not sure what happened to them. I have two theories: My step-dad was so paranoid about the threat of H1Z1 that he and my mom hooked up the boat and went down to Mississippi (zombies don't fare so well with swimming, I hear); or, he just waited for the storm to blow in like he always does and they were taken by the undead (seriously, he won't evacuate the house until he sees the threat practically right outside the door). In such a case, my mom would've probably fled at the threat and is somewhere else. She's the nervous, cautious type.
Uncertainty sucks. It's been draining. I've felt extra "blah" this week. I think it's my allergies or something. Anyway, I really hope Cape isn't in shambles. I want to see everyone again. Gotta charge my laptop, now.
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