I'm back online again, but it hasn't been easy. Those gunshots we were hearing kept increasing in frequency, and then we started hearing the unmistakable sound of about a thousand zombies coming in for a feast. The shots increased to almost constant, then they started dying down. We were going to sit this one out, then we saw a half a dozen people running right past our building, firing behind them.at a few hundred zombies. It's one thing to hear someone die and do nothing about it--it's another to see it. We fired up the vehicles, picked up the survivors, and did what I wanted to do for weeks--blasted through the "zombie line" and headed back east to the old compound.
We got five of the six survivors, Annie, Todd, Nate, Larry and a guy who goes by the name of "Mothball" (I didn't ask and he didn't say). Apparently they stumbled on the Cabelas store not long after we did and they completely cleaned the place out. Then they decided to use their unlimited store of ammo to rid the world (or at least our corner of it) of zombies. The two problems with that were that nobody in their group (originally 9 people) was really a great shot and they weren't expecting to see a thousand zombies at once. They were overrun like we were, except they didn't have fully-equipped vehicles ready to tear out. They lost their sort-of leader and they left a ton of ammo and supplies behind, but at least we saved more than half of them. We've retaken our old compound (a story for another day) and we're going to put together a hunting party to go back and get their lost ammo in a few days, when the zombies have hopefully moved on.
I'm sorry to hear about all you've been through up there. Like the others, I'm a little worried about your medical condition. A flu shouldn't cause your heart to stop. Are they sure your heartbeat wasn't just faint? Have you been bitten at all? Are there any signs of any kind of lingering infection? We still don't have a doctor, but Larry is a vet, so he knows a bit more than the rest of us--maybe he can help. I wish we could get to you and help directly somehow, but this snow is brutal--we were lucky to make it this far. It's funny how you take little things like snow plows for granted. Come to think of it, I don't know how the hell we're going to make it bake to Hoffman estates for the ammo--we might have to wait for a melt. Anyway, I hope you're all doing better and please keep in touch. And be optimistic--survivors are out there! We found some by shear dumb lock; imagine what we might find if we actually look.