Tuesday, April 3, 2018

What's the Point?

It's been a long time, I know. So much has changed. I'm alone now. Have been for almost 2 months. My friends...I like to think that some are alive, but I just don't know. In the end, we fell to the same things that have traditionally brought down civilized society--religious fervor and rampant stupidity. It was the Cult of the Seventh Seal. I'd heard rumors about them in a few of the towns I passed through--they were like born-again Christians who just snapped when the zombies came. They were convinced that this was the end as foretold in the good book (who's to say they're wrong?). They felt that people who had the audacity to try to survive in the face of God's cleansing army of undead needed to be punished, that only the chosen were meant to survive. Apparently we weren't the chosen.

They were well armed, but they never actually hurt anybody, not themselves. They smashed our fences and lookout posts and led an army of zombies into the farm, ten stood back and watched the carnage. They had snuck in and disabled our vehicles, too. At first it was no big deal. We took out dozens, maybe hundreds, but there are limits to ammunition...And we get tired--they don't. Guns ran out, people started abandoning their posts or just getting overrun. It was a chain reaction then. We kept trying to retreat, reinforce, keep some semblance of order, but in the end it was just one big free-for-all. We got cut off from each other and we ran. The cult members tried to herd us toward the zombies, but they seemed afraid of killing us themselves...Once we realized that, we just rushed them, and of course the zombies followed. They seemed almost like they weren't interested in the cult members though--it was weird. Occasionally one would attack, but for the most part they just passed right by them and came after us.

I'm pretty sure Heidi survived at least that night. Matt and Shawn...I don't know. I saw Andy running clear--I'm betting he made it. Who knows about anybody else? I ran as far and as fast as I could. I've been running ever since. I finally made it back to this cache where I had another computer, along with some guns, ammo and food, of course. I'm back on the Illinois side. I may head back to where we started, see if anyone else thinks the same way. I wonder how far this cult reaches?