Dead Letters – Cindy
It’s been over a month since I last wrote into this journal. I guess it’s because I have more stress at the moment, and need an outlet. I’ve become the new leader of a band of five, and growing. Tara and Chris have been around for a while, my niece and nephew of 8 and 7, respectively. An elderly couple stumbled upon us last week, Dave and Susan. I’m ashamed to admit I found myself surprised they survived this far. Sometimes being slow and sure wins the race, says the tortoise to the hare. Or was it the turtle? Funny how certain memories fade away, and others refuse to fade.
After fleeing another subdivision due to a strange aggregation of the undead, I’ve decided to set up a temporary base in the center of a block of small stores. I chose a handy fix-it store because I needed the red spray paint. After having Dave and Susan keep watch, Tara and Chris ran to each door and spray painted a giant X, with the words ‘Cleared of Supplies’ beneath. I even threw a rock into each window along the block, making it look like a group cleared the area in the past. Being in the center of the block and the window busted, we would now be able to hear people approaching as well as have some extra time before they get to our central area. It’s not paranoia if there really are cruel people out there. I’ve ran into groups with ill intentions in the past, and this security measure has possibly saved my life on more than one occasion. I even threw a few empty shelving units in front of the window to trip up any zombies that found our location.
I think the true survivors will be those who adapt, not just the strong or the fearless. A woman, two seniors, and two children have managed to survive longer than….. who knows? 95% of the world pre-apoc? I’ve shielded the kids from as much of the dead corpses (both moving and still) as I could. Dave and Susan are resigned to the sights, though Susan stills seems troubled by it. Dave seems tough, but old and weathered. I’m guessing a long term farmer, maybe. Something independent, reserved.
Oh, another reason I chose this location is to keep an eye out for any fuel stabilizers. Fuel will go bad long before we run out of the fuel in underground gas station tanks, so fuel stabilizers can be added to fuel to extend its life another year or so. My primary base (a farm house, really) has about 200 gallons of stabilized fuel in 5 or 10-gallons canisters, tightly sealed. I think you could even add the stabilizer to old fuel to renew it but I’d never had to try it out just yet. Don’t throw out the old stuff, though. It still acts like an accelerant, burning bodies, setting traps, scaring wildlife and newly feral dogs and cats. Yeah, I said cats. Not many, but enough prowling by to raid your camps of food if left out, scaring the crap out of you with their green glowing eyes in the firelight.
The sun’s fading, and we’re not going to burn anything that produces light. Too much of a dead giveaway. Haha, pun intended. I saw an electronics shop across the street. I’ll see if they have a remote controlled car. They make great distractions, especially if you tie some red ribbons to the rear fender. Maybe they’ll have some crank powered devices. They can always be used to recharge 12-volt car batteries if you’re patient enough. I’ve started several cars this way… eventually.
If you’re reading this, we’ll be heading west, first to the mountains, then if that doesn’t pan out, to the ocean. I figure they’ll be people there, maybe even a community. Anything’s better than here.