Mac, Journal Entry ???
We’re finally in a safe place, after evading some pissed off men and a small pack of zombies. It always makes my day when the former fucks with the latter. Most of that was coincidence… most of it. I’m just damn lucky that way.
Kelly’s asleep from the long run. She’ll be sore in the morning, but not as sore as she would be if I didn’t rescue her. Let’s back up a moment…
I ran into a group of six men and two women, mother and daughter. The group were getting desperate with food, and tensions were high. I’ve seen it before, too damn many times to count. Melinda and her daughter Kelly joined the group out of a desperation even worse than the men. I tagged along for a couple of days to get my fill of chat and trade, and saw a lot of long stares at Kelly. Well, put two and two together, and you see where this will eventually end up. Not a happy ending.
Melinda saw this, too. I think that’s why she switched beds every night, hoping to cull future favors, and to pacify the men from getting bad ideas with Kelly. Good men, when things are calm, but when TSHTF, that thin veneer of morals and ethics imposed by society dissolves, and we revert back to what we truly are, barbarians.
Melinda and Kelly begged for every scrap of food, but it doesn’t take a fucking genius to see what’s inevitable. So, in my usual fucked up style, I kidnapped the child. Alright, get that perverted shit out of your head. I’ve been called Sinner and Saint, but I ain’t no child fucker. We ran about two miles, slapping her in the back of the head or a quick kick to her calves when she slowed. I put her in a reasonable secured house in the middle of the night after explaining to her she’s safe, then went back to wait for dawn. As expected, Melinda flipped her shit, and ran off to look for Kelly, exactly what I wanted. Why try to take a woman from six men, when you can separate them and avoid the danger? Well, I didn’t expect the men to give chase so quickly. I had barely managed to convince Melinda to come with me when the guys found us. A quick jump inside an old landscaping company long since overcome with dust and debris gave us a place to hide. I’ll have to come back here and look for solar charged sidewalk lights. Enough of them and I’ll be able to charge up a smartphone. Why bother? Music, shitheads. Maybe even some distraction from the undead wanting to tickle your liver with their tongues.
I dumped a bag of concrete powder on the floor and led Melinda through it. I circled back from the side and jumped the first guy to arrive. He was staring down at the tracks and didn’t even expect me. As he slumped over unconscious, I grabbed his gun and fired off in the distance towards the other guys. Fucker only had one shitty bullet, but it was enough for them to take cover. I grabbed Melinda and jumped out an office window and ran, right into a group of seven or eight moaners. I like moaners, but not exactly these kinds. Backpedaling, we circled the building, zombies in tow, and ducked around the corner just as the men came out of the building. If it wasn’t such a sad sight, watching people get bit, I would have congratulated myself on a job well done. Four managed to flee, and after several minutes, I took out the zombies who were too distracted eating fresh flesh (say that six times quickly…) to worry about a hammer to the back of the skull. No guns, but I gave a long knife to Melinda, and stripped the bodies of whatever I could find quickly.
So now we’re a group of three. I take off with Kelly for a couple hours every day. She’s a quick learner and is very good with her hands. Didn’t I tell you to drop that perverted shit?!? She sets snares with wire and string every evening, and checks them four times a day, once before sunrise and once after, once before sunset and once after. That’s when most of the animals are awake, nocturnal and diurnal. It’s a magic time for trapping. She still won’t give a killing blow to the animals still alive, but we can work on that. I can hear Melinda asking Kelly subtle questions about what we did and whether or not I casually placed my hand on her, hinthint. I guess I would be paranoid and protective, too, if it was my own daughter. We fell into a similar unspoken deal Melinda had made previously. I found her crawling in my bed the next night, but no words were needed. She had to be useful to the group, or else be left behind. It’s true to everybody. Pull your weight or find your own way. I don’t know how Melinda made it this long. Her skills are minimal at best, but she’s not stupid. She finds ways to prove useful, even if it’s only scrounging for supplies or mending clothing.
Kelly is somebody I can work with, now. Children are quick studies, especially when you’re hungry. I don’t know where her father is, but I can guess easily enough. No need to ask. Now if I can just keep that young woman’s mouth shut, she might be able to avoid detection by both the living and the undead…
This is Mac, signing off.