(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. This is my story of survival)
Year 6. Week 27.
On our way to Texas. Supplies and personnel were left behind in Salt Lake City and now our team of forty is on the move to the gulf coast region of Texas. The ultimate goal is Corpus Christi for all the naval and air forces bases down there. If we're going to find the drones and gear we're wanting it’s going to be there.
We didn’t have any issues getting to Salt Lake City, beyond the sporadic walker on the road. There weren’t any massed hordes in our way or obstacles blocking our path. It went smoothly and now we're on the road again. Even with a safe haven for us survivors to live out our days in, I still find myself constantly moving and staying out beyond secure walls. After fighting to survive for so long that transition makes it rough and for most of us out here, again doing what we do makes living worthwhile.