So, we picked up a watcher today. That's what we call the zombies that just stand outside the door and stare, waiting for you to come out. Shawn went out scouting, trying to figure out where all the zombies went, and well, he found one. Thanks a lot, Shawn--now we have to use the back door if we want out of this place.
Watchers are pretty much what did everybody in--the other survivors, I mean. Your first thought when you get inside and close the door is "I've got to keep them out!" Then nothing happens and you breathe a sigh of relief and you relax a little bit. Maybe after a few hours you even go to sleep. You wake up in the morning, the zombie is still there. You wait a few days, a week, a month, the zombie is still there. Maybe a few friends have joined him--they tend to group up when they're watching. Finally you're out of food or water and you've got to get out, but now you need to get past the zombies. Usually you don't make it.
We've got to take this one down. Fast. Problem is that we don't like to use guns. We don't think the stumblers hear so well (if at all), but how well do you have to hear to notice a gun shot? It sure seems like they come after people with guns. I'll have to talk to Matt--he's kind of our armorer. I'm sure he's got something big and sharp we can lop this thing's head off with.
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