Jason Duncan
Loose in Central Florida
My nerves are more screwed up than I thought. She's been sleeping in the bus. So when the door of my truck got opened unexpectedly about an hour ago, I woke instantly and I snatched my rifle off the floor board. She screamed and ran off. I haven't gotten her to come out of the bus and talk to me. I probably scared her worse than she did me. No, I'm sure I scared her worse.
I'm such a moron. Zombies (I finally fucking said it) don't open doors. My body reacted before my brain kicked in. That's supposed to be a good thing in survival situations. It almost cost me the one person I've found still alive in a county that used to have nearly a million people. Now I can't sleep.
While I'm logged on here, I'll share a bit of news and some advice. It'll get my mind off almost killing the closest thing I have to a friend.
News: I saw another air plane this morning. Well, it was at extremely high altitude. I saw a contrail. It was flying East to West. At that altitude it made me think intercontinental because there's nothing far west of here of any significance. Just a hunch. Also, this laptop was turned on and booted up when I woke up this morning. Emily still doesn't know about it, and it was right where I left it last night. I think someone on "the other end" powered it up. I don't know what that means, if it means anything. Hell, maybe I bumped the power button in my sleep.
Advice: Emily had a great suggestion this morning. She rummaged through some of the vehicles on the overpass and found a hefty stack of magazines and some duct tape. She asked me to gather some heavy weight pants and long sleeve shirts or jackets from anyone I could find laying around. She can't bring herself to go near the truly dead people up here. They don't stink as bad as I'd have thought. I suppose I should throw them off the overpass too. Anyway, Emily had me put on a leather bomber jacket and some paramedic type pants I found. She then wrapped the forearms, elbows, and shins with magazines and duct taped them in place. I'll be damned if I want to find out, but the shit feels like it'd be bite proof. Add some gloves and some kind of shoulder and neck protection and I think I could walk through a crowd of the things without dying. Maybe. I hope I don't have to test this theory.
Will check in later. Best wishes.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
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We're all on edge, and outside of a QZ I can only imagine it's worse. She'll understand, once she calms down.
ReplyDeleteThat plane wasn't a US one, or at least one still run by what remains of our government. They told us that they've grounded all the jets they had. Fuel, I assume.
ReplyDeleteAs far as Emily goes, try to spur a conversation about anything but your present situation. If you can get her to laugh at something, it'd really help.
Is it silly to say slip her a note? She may be scared to face you but a letter might get through to her. Or if you manage to find anything special for food- like coaxing a wild animal. She's probably got PTSD you know. God, I wonder what the statistics on that are like nowadays, not that we'll ever find out.
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