(Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally it was a post of news and tips to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now it has became a story of my fight to survive and to keep on living.)
Year 5. Week 40.
Guess some zombies heard about our actions in northern California and wanted to come play. About a thousand or so came up from the south and hit us as we were finishing up cleaning out this small community. The funneling nature of the streets allowed us to get a defensive line set and kill a good number of undead bastards before retreating further back. We let a little air support take out any mobs that were moving around to flank us and had the situation under control in a few hours.
On our side there weren't many casualties except for a handful when a small pack got the drop on them. I think our unit is fighting much more cohesively and are communicating as well as trusting each other a lot better. With being such a ragtag group it would take some time for a united front to emerge, but with each battle and victory we are becoming that much tighter. Morale is certainly higher than it's ever been for a lot of us as over the past few years there has not been much to keep ones hopes up.