Stuck sequestered in the office.
We’ve been invaded. And it seems as if there is no end. I’ve never
seen so many in one swarm before.
There’s a semi-moat around most of the property. But some
get through and our fencing is not great. We haven’t got that
many actual weapons. A few guns between us. And we’ve made
stakes and things of that sort.
We saw them coming. After all we can see for miles on end.
But we just didn’t know what to do to make them not pass near us.
One of the other men, Frank, took some meat we had down the road
to lure them away. He’s made like a trail leading away from us.
Which leaves us with less meat.
It gets slightly colder everyday. And everyday that we are holed up
means another lost work day preparing for winter.
Luckily, Trina and I can still sew things while we’re in here during
the day when there’s light.
For now we are still here…..watching all the zombies fall into the moat.
If they weren’t so disgusting and if this all wasn’t just so desperate…
it might even be funny.
Sam