And all henceforth days. This is an ongoing history of what is happening to me and anybody I may meet.

The world has gone to hell. I may be one of the last people on earth.
Find me. Help me.
I'll help you. I'll find you.
We must pull through.
We must survive.

Day 18

We are all still here.

I’ll sum up what happened.

So we were locked in the room, with those horrible things at the door, trying to get in. The safest place we could be is our house.
We make sure we have keys. We have to be fast. I don’t know how fast those monsters can move, but I’d prefer to find out from a far distance.

So we bust open the windows with our bats.

To give you an image of the room we were in, it’s small, to begin with. It’s a one room little gallery type of place with big windows overlooking a garden. A relaxing room, if there weren’t life threatening circumstances surrounding our entrance.

My girlfriend has a larger upstairs, 3 rooms and a hall, but the 2 rooms that have windows face into the back, too. I don’t understand why nobody in this neighborhood wants to look into the street.
She says the community cult owner people built all of these like this.

Anyway.

We break open the windows and climb out onto the ledge. We are a good bit up, but there are bushes below that should, as long as we land feet/butt first, break our fall and leave us relatively unharmed.

We jumped.We all were a little sore, but were fine. When we ran past the house, I saw that our dead friend had more injuries than I thought. He now had bites out of him.

I wonder if I missed those before, or if they were fresh.

We managed to make it home without those things following.
They must not have put together what the shatter of glass meant.
So we locked in. We ran out of plywood a while ago, I’m just glad she had any on hand at all.

So now we live in this fortified little hell hole.
It was night time when we went into that room. It was night when we got here. The whole day has been us waiting and planning. Thank god for those culty builders. They provided all houses with maps of the city and such. They are firm believers of ‘be prepared, whether you want to be or not’. Guess they teamed up with Mormons to get that storage facility built.

Really an uninteresting day. Just running and being scared.

We’re seeing about ways out of the city. If more of these things rise up, we are screwed.

i’m so glad I’m here. I’m safer here, and feel much happier knowing everybody is safe.

And the frozen line of traffic on the interstate must be horrifying now.

We don’t know where we’ll go. But we’ll figure something out.

Those things didn’t knock today. Maybe they found some other food. Maybe the man who wrote us that note is….

Nevermind.

We need to sleep.

Peace.