ENTRY 426
WEATHERED
-- Bolivia, N.C. --
This monstrous storm has ravaged this area for nearly a month now.
The drenching waves of rain are becoming more annoying than a cat's meow!
Hurricanes often strike this area of the east coast in normal times!
These abnormal times have made the weather commit crazy crimes.
Eastern North Carolina is built to withstand this severe weather band!
Flooding is rare out here because of the way the Core Of Engineers worked the land.
Lucky for us, the N.C. Core Of Engineers worked with Sonny Point...
Building up the land around here to prevent weather from destroying the joint.
Our plans to travel into the heart of the city to contact survivors is still on...
But we cannot travel into the zombie madness when we are restricted pawn.
We must have mobility and sight to navigate the undead city maze...
Wilmington is a deathtrap just waiting to draw us into the zombie haze.
In the meantime, Marcus has become great friends with Zack in the city.
Zack tells us he is secure and relatively safe in the zombie city without pity.
He tells us stories of his entrapment in the heart of the city of his birth...
Of how he has been forced to live in the upper sections of a building of worth.
The rain washes away the smell of humans and lingering death!
The winds blow away our scent to give us new air for fresh breath.
We would always rather drink water formed in the sky...
None of us would ever think to question the reasons why.
Today is day 22 of this monsoon hurricane typhoon, or whatever...
We are all getting a little stir crazy... can't sit still forever.
I have hope that this storm will abate sooner than later.
Some of these pools of rainwater are as deep as a little crater.
The good thing about this weather is the best thing going...
This water flood drains down into the creeks and streams, aflowing.
The bodies and the blood and the bile and the death stench...
It flows down into the swamps miles from here to fill a muddy trench.
And so... the rain continues to fall like diamonds dropped to priceless in their worth.
And, our friend in the city continues to wait for us to bring him mirth.
I'll continue to write my poetry to leave a legacy of this zombie mess...
And may these rains eventually bring us relief from all this zombie stress!
SEM
The rain washes away the smell of humans and lingering death!
The winds blow away our scent to give us new air for fresh breath.
We would always rather drink water formed in the sky...
None of us would ever think to question the reasons why.
Today is day 22 of this monsoon hurricane typhoon, or whatever...
We are all getting a little stir crazy... can't sit still forever.
I have hope that this storm will abate sooner than later.
Some of these pools of rainwater are as deep as a little crater.
The good thing about this weather is the best thing going...
This water flood drains down into the creeks and streams, aflowing.
The bodies and the blood and the bile and the death stench...
It flows down into the swamps miles from here to fill a muddy trench.
And so... the rain continues to fall like diamonds dropped to priceless in their worth.
And, our friend in the city continues to wait for us to bring him mirth.
I'll continue to write my poetry to leave a legacy of this zombie mess...
And may these rains eventually bring us relief from all this zombie stress!
SEM
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