Yesterday was very difficult for me. A herd came through. Over a thousand, easy.
I was on complete radio silence.
No music. No movement. I literally laid in my floor for 12hrs and tried not to budge, I allowed myself real sleep. My stomach was so upset when I was actually able to move though. They breached the first level but only in the foyer. I have every room in the house sealed off separately in case of an undead break in and everything is bleached down there to make sure my scent is long gone. There were so many of them I really think it was being forced on the sidelines and being attracted by the reflection from the light posts. I have removed them completely, only cords hang there now. I made sure to rip them off the wall so it looked like the undead did it by a casual observation.
I have to make this house look boarded up and abandoned. My life depends on it. Anyone who wants to kill for a new place to live will look for an occupied house. Where people are there is food. Where people are there is sustainability. They want to take that from you. Don't ever doubt that. I observe people before allowing them into the house for any length of time. I also don't use a conventional entrance to the house so I have to make sure they are able. No one sickly is allowed... no discussion. Any sign of being sick is a death sentence. I've seen people arguing in the street and either left for the zombies to consume them or shot in the face. Some of them I'm pretty sure just had a generic head-cold. There were reports before the news system were dismantled about people killing their whole families because they felt they couldn't protect them.
I'm not one of those cases. If someone seems sick I don't even let them know I exist. I have boarded up the homes on either side of me to look very similar to mine. They are all very large houses. Large houses in the midst of this nastiness is a death sentence. No one wants to stay a night in a big house that might get attacked in the middle of the night with no way to make 100% sure they have checked every window and door... big houses early on were broadcasted as deathtraps rather than sanctuaries. There are still radio broadcasts streaming on repeat telling people to stay away from large houses and large buildings. It helps in my favor. People usually camp out in one of the houses across the street, it's rather tiny. I leave canned foods over there because I'd rather these nomads feel they have lucked out and not go searching through the community to scavenge. I leave enough there to support 4 people for a week. Enough that people don't go looking for more. I have guns but I don't use them. I carry a .375 S&W Magnum strapped to my leg and I always have a blade with me. Two sizes, a small switch blade I have in my pocket and a large I keep on my belt in a holster. I only carry my machete when I'm doing my rounds or clean up. Blades don't run out of ammo or cause too much noise. I only have a gun for people who aren't dead yet.
I have a few other guns but I carry the most light weight and one I can easily reload. Also, I have a makeshift carrying case so it doesn't look like I'm carrying a gun. I can reach down and grab it without anyone suspecting a thing. I found it in one of my neighbors houses. I guess they got killed while away and never had the chance to take it with them. Guns were a must have in the evacuation process. When it got really nasty the government issued a statement telling all militias to gather and to protect their neighborhoods. None of them survived... to my knowledge. They were sitting ducks, drunken rednecks drinking beer shooting up a storm just attracting more and more undead to replace their wasted bullets.
As I laid there on the floor yesterday I stared at the ceiling and counted the cracks, too scary to look outside. Any flutter of curtains or sign of life and I would've had a swarm on me. I'm not even how long ago they moved on. Usually if a house is breached and the zombie stumble out later, un-phased or un-smelling of a victim the mass keeps moving. I had no fan going so I was nervous about my sweating. I have no idea how well their senses are but I know that when I go out on a cooler day and I don't sweat as much I don't have as much problems as days I'm sweating through my clothes. I woke up to the noise under me when I was breached but I was confident in my safe hold. I have long-ago ripped up the staircase for firewood and extra protection. If there are no means to travel upon, there are no means to get me. They would fall into the basement and that just makes clean up all the easier. They also didn't actually get into the house, just tore down a layer of the barricade and got bored with it when they didn't sense anyone in the house. I had fallen asleep on the floor and wasn't moving. I use to be such an active sleeper and now I sleep like a corpse. The less noise I make the more likely I am to see tomorrow.
I was on complete radio silence.
No music. No movement. I literally laid in my floor for 12hrs and tried not to budge, I allowed myself real sleep. My stomach was so upset when I was actually able to move though. They breached the first level but only in the foyer. I have every room in the house sealed off separately in case of an undead break in and everything is bleached down there to make sure my scent is long gone. There were so many of them I really think it was being forced on the sidelines and being attracted by the reflection from the light posts. I have removed them completely, only cords hang there now. I made sure to rip them off the wall so it looked like the undead did it by a casual observation.
I have to make this house look boarded up and abandoned. My life depends on it. Anyone who wants to kill for a new place to live will look for an occupied house. Where people are there is food. Where people are there is sustainability. They want to take that from you. Don't ever doubt that. I observe people before allowing them into the house for any length of time. I also don't use a conventional entrance to the house so I have to make sure they are able. No one sickly is allowed... no discussion. Any sign of being sick is a death sentence. I've seen people arguing in the street and either left for the zombies to consume them or shot in the face. Some of them I'm pretty sure just had a generic head-cold. There were reports before the news system were dismantled about people killing their whole families because they felt they couldn't protect them.
I'm not one of those cases. If someone seems sick I don't even let them know I exist. I have boarded up the homes on either side of me to look very similar to mine. They are all very large houses. Large houses in the midst of this nastiness is a death sentence. No one wants to stay a night in a big house that might get attacked in the middle of the night with no way to make 100% sure they have checked every window and door... big houses early on were broadcasted as deathtraps rather than sanctuaries. There are still radio broadcasts streaming on repeat telling people to stay away from large houses and large buildings. It helps in my favor. People usually camp out in one of the houses across the street, it's rather tiny. I leave canned foods over there because I'd rather these nomads feel they have lucked out and not go searching through the community to scavenge. I leave enough there to support 4 people for a week. Enough that people don't go looking for more. I have guns but I don't use them. I carry a .375 S&W Magnum strapped to my leg and I always have a blade with me. Two sizes, a small switch blade I have in my pocket and a large I keep on my belt in a holster. I only carry my machete when I'm doing my rounds or clean up. Blades don't run out of ammo or cause too much noise. I only have a gun for people who aren't dead yet.
I have a few other guns but I carry the most light weight and one I can easily reload. Also, I have a makeshift carrying case so it doesn't look like I'm carrying a gun. I can reach down and grab it without anyone suspecting a thing. I found it in one of my neighbors houses. I guess they got killed while away and never had the chance to take it with them. Guns were a must have in the evacuation process. When it got really nasty the government issued a statement telling all militias to gather and to protect their neighborhoods. None of them survived... to my knowledge. They were sitting ducks, drunken rednecks drinking beer shooting up a storm just attracting more and more undead to replace their wasted bullets.
As I laid there on the floor yesterday I stared at the ceiling and counted the cracks, too scary to look outside. Any flutter of curtains or sign of life and I would've had a swarm on me. I'm not even how long ago they moved on. Usually if a house is breached and the zombie stumble out later, un-phased or un-smelling of a victim the mass keeps moving. I had no fan going so I was nervous about my sweating. I have no idea how well their senses are but I know that when I go out on a cooler day and I don't sweat as much I don't have as much problems as days I'm sweating through my clothes. I woke up to the noise under me when I was breached but I was confident in my safe hold. I have long-ago ripped up the staircase for firewood and extra protection. If there are no means to travel upon, there are no means to get me. They would fall into the basement and that just makes clean up all the easier. They also didn't actually get into the house, just tore down a layer of the barricade and got bored with it when they didn't sense anyone in the house. I had fallen asleep on the floor and wasn't moving. I use to be such an active sleeper and now I sleep like a corpse. The less noise I make the more likely I am to see tomorrow.
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