Once the main pack passed, I watched as stragglers continued to filter by. I saw a couple stop all of a sudden, and I was terrified that they possessed some sort of sense that told them where I was. Instead, it turned out that a cat caught their eye. They went after it, but it outran the pair in a blur of fur. However, I watched somewhat fascinated as the couple continued on in that direction. Like they were in pursuit and oblivious to the idea that they can’t possibly catch the kitty. Also, some of the other stragglers turned and followed.
My conclusions? They are very single-minded; also, they exhibit pack-type mentality. So if you attract one, expect some friends.
Friday, January 25
The power went out just after sunrise and hasn’t come back. I’ve committed to keeping a journal. Somebody needs to document what I am now convinced is the end of humanity.
To that end, I have managed to stay quiet. It is clear from observation that sound will attract attention just as quick as making yourself visible.
I was upstairs getting a look around to see how bad things are. That is when I noticed a house surrounded on all sides by bunches of those things. Eventually, the surge of bodies trying to get at whomever or whatever was inside broke through a big front room window.
(The screams proved it to be a whomever.)
I have seen a few actual living people. Some alone. Some not. They raid a house. Sometimes they leave in minutes. Sometimes hours. One block over, out front from our place, I saw what looked like five or six guys disappear into a really nice place. They climbed up onto the second floor balcony that ran the length of the back of the house. (I’m pretty sure that place would have a perfect view of Mt. Hood from that vantage.) They haven’t emerged. That was six or seven hours ago now.
I’ve moved everything upstairs. I don’t want to risk being seen moving around on the first floor. Unless something specific gains their attention, I’ve noticed those things don’t do a lot of looking up. Also, I am trying to figure out a route out of this place once I solve one other problem.
Where the hell will I go?
* * * * *
I was napping when a series of gunshots from nearby woke me up. Apparently that group of guys attracted some unwanted attention. It also seems like they weren’t very smart.
I’ve already made my mind up that if I am ever noticed and those things start moving for the house, I’m running for it. A handful becomes a horde in minutes. Once they get ten or so deep, there is no escape. Those guys decided they didn’t want to leave. I heard gunfire, but for the longest time I couldn’t see much. Just those things gathering in greater and greater numbers.
Finally, one of the guys crawled out onto the balcony. Those things came pouring out of the windows, oblivious to the glass shattering and cutting into their flesh. He did manage to re-load one magazine into the handgun he was using. Then, three of them got to him. I saw them topple into the writhing mass in the backyard reaching up, clawing at air. Then I heard a horrible scream. Then…
Silence.
Sunday, January 27
It’s surprising how many noises you hear when you sit in absolute silence.
Yesterday scared me so bad I’ve been sitting in a corner in the hallway outside of what used to be Erin’s room listening for them outside and hoping to God that they wouldn’t come for me.
I can’t stay much longer.
Somehow, Erin managed to get loose. But what has me freaked is just how quietly she moved up on me. Had I not seen her shadow…or worse…been asleep…?
The only thing I could do is take her down with the bat. I was so scared and surprised. I hit her enough to probably break all of her ribs. I know I shattered one arm. She never even slowed down trying to get at me.
Let me tell you something about the skull. The front takes a handful of solid shots before it breaks. And that is only after you’ve knocked one down and have a fairly solid surface underneath.
My biggest worry was that I’d made enough noise to attract more of those things out there. Fortunately, I did a quick check out all windows and the area is clear. So far.
Still, I’ve decided that I can’t allow my daughter to exist as one of them. I am going to take care of her right before I leave.
Tomorrow.
Monday, January 28
Painted on a bed sheet and nailed to the roof:
Wednesday, January 30
I never imagined it to be so bad!
I got up just before sunrise. I figured, for some idiotic reason, that if I left early, there would be less problems with those things. I left out one major piece of the equation…they don’t sleep!
In the few minutes it took me to hang my sign, (I had the hammer head wrapped in cloth to dampen the sound, but the world is so quiet it didn’t help much) I already began attracting a crowd. I had to knock a couple of them out of the way as I got to my car. Funny thing is that I had managed to load the car earlier without even seeing one of those things. Once I turned the engine over, it got dicey fast. Those things came out from every direction.
I had already scouted a nice open lot about a block from the grocery store, and decided that was where I would park so as not to lead those…zombies…(there, I said it) to my objective; food and supplies. I even cut the engine so I could coast part way and try to lessen the attention I would draw. I came to a stop with a bunch of those zombies in pursuit. They may be slow, but they never stop.
My daughter had a teddy bear with a wind up music box built in. I tossed it one direction and ran the other. That was diversion attempt number one. It actually drew a small crowd. Unfortunately, by now, I would guess upwards of two hundred of them were coming from every direction.
I made my way to a house that bordered the store. I knew that this was a portion of my plan that could go terribly wrong. I didn’t even slow down as I ran at the front room window. Pulling my coat over my head, I dove through.
Let me explain something here in case you might think I just jeopardized others. The house was new, and for sale. It is part of this new development being built in what had once been a walnut-tree grove back when I was in high school.
So…I dove through. That is not nearly as cool as it looks in the movies. The impact damn near knocked the wind out of me. One piece of glass stuck in the back of my hand almost deep enough to punch through my palm. Between adrenaline and shock, I didn’t notice it until I snuck out back and climbed the fence. I snatched the shard out, tossed it and took a look. I was by the loading docks. I climbed up onto one of the trucks and scurried across the trailer. From there it was not hard to climb a portion of pipe that led to the roof.
Once on the roof, I was able to check inside the store through one of the multiple skylights. Just as I hoped, the store was totally empty. Unfortunately, the shelves had been almost stripped bare. Still, being alone, there was enough left to make it worth my while.
I set down my backpack and crept to the little two-foot lip that surrounded the roof. I made my way around the entire store in about forty minutes.
Those things are everywhere!