Friday, April 24, 2015
(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 35.
Back on the road.
Staying behind walls and waiting for life to come to you just doesn’t suit me anymore. Living in a zombie world would make you think that staying behind walls and living in fear is the only way to survive. I remember those days of thinking like that. Worried about where my next bit of shelter was going to be; hiding from a pack of zombies and hoping they didn’t see me duck in somewhere. Those days were ones all of us here can remember.
Now look at us.
Venturing out more and more, setting up new outposts and basically taking the fight to the zombies. As I'm speaking there is a group of us currently en route back to northern California to get some supplies and weapons back to them that we took from Texas. After that large-scale battle a couple weeks ago in Salt Lake City, we spent time getting the aftermath cleaned up and resetting up defenses and traps to secure the location.
After living in fear for so long, it feels liberating to be on the open road, making it feel like zombies hold nothing on my fear or my spirit. Never again will they if I can help it. Honestly, I don’t know what to do or say from here with this new feeling of freedom. There have been thoughts of continuing to push east and get a location set up on the east coast. Giving us a string of outposts from coasts to coasts and offering safe haven to any who needs it and can contribute to it.
When zombies stop becoming a factor in our daily lives it makes us face those lives and get back to figuring out what to do with them. A lot of it boils down to what you can do well to help the community get food, get water, provide security, build things...jobs of that nature is our new daily lives. I never thought I would see the day when those were the most pressing thoughts any survivor would have.
We may have lost this world to the zombies, but we are fighting to take some if it back. The pure fact we are surviving almost six and half years after it all started goes to show we can survive and make it. Life will never be the easy days of old, but we have days to live and not in fear, but in hope. Rolling down these highways of northern Nevada on the way to California reminds me of that. Random skeleton corpses dot the roadway. Zombies long dead and decomposed are picked clean. All things go away and eventually we will as well. Hoping, here’s hoping it’s from old age rather than in a zombie stomach.