INTO THE ZOMBIE ZONES

ENTRY 413

INTO THE ZOMBIE ZONES

(Bolivia, North Carolina)

The men have packed up the cars with supplies for the trek.

They packed food, water, machetes, two way radios and guns.

Shelter is never an issue inside the city, now a wreck...

We have an entire city to play death tag with murderous zombie Huns!

Oh yea... supply raids into the heart of the city is suicide, at worst!

We sometimes become trapped in the infested zones for days.

Medical supplies are the items we always run out of first...

The need for peroxide and alcohol drives our maddeningly thirsty ways.

The Black Death Rains created the undead who eat the living.

We here in Bolivia aren't smart enough to know why!

What we do know is the monsters never are the ones giving!

And to remember all the death and destruction makes us all cry!

They are beeping the horns and calling for me now.

Marcus is already out there and ready to prove himself.

It is now time to close this missive with a polite bow...

And avert the frightened eyes of the women by closing in on myself.

Bolivia used to have a population of just about 150 people.

We are down to 53 proud, but frightened, humans now.

Jason, up high and watching for danger, in the church Steeple...

Has given the whistle of clearance for us to leave town.

I hope to write my next entry very soon...

But the danger of driving into the zombie unknown is numbing, my Lord.

My fingers are beginning to tremble like a wobbly Loon...

So here we come, Wilmington, to again confront the zombie hoard!

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