move quite readily. It's unsettling because they seem to be alive in a sense.
They are no doubt the fastest and smartest but they decompose fast, quickly falling into one of the other two categories. The Walkers make m e think...they really seem to be right on the fringe between life and death. It makes me wonder if somehow this radioactive material could have a practical application. How many loved ones have I lost to cancer and disease? Maybe the radiation could serve a positive purpose? I don't know, say a cancer victim finally losses the battle to the disease; but once the patient is dead the disease
dies along with them right? What if this material could be used to reanimate the patient minutes or hours later? Wouldn't they completely free of the disease?
* Days thirty three and four are missing, this was when Rick calls me with a serious problem and I ended up not writing for a few days as I had other pressing demands which you will read about here.
Day Thirty-Five
We have a problem . . . its Amanda. She has been rationing her medication for a while now, it's the stuff she takes to prevent rejection. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but she's an organ recipient and she has to take medication every day. Rick says she has enough to last another week or so but that's. This is really bad, without that medicine she will start having problem almost immediately. I have been so busy thinking of myself and my situation that I hadn't given it any thought. We are going to have to do
something quick. I don't like this at all but we have little choice.
We aren't going to sit here and watch her die . I refuse to let those damned things claim another life.
Day Thirty-Six
Rick's getting ready to go. The closest drug store that will have Amanda's medicine will be in Panatauk. There's no other choice, it is either this or watch Amanda die; and that's not an option. She has enough to last another three maybe four days, but that's it. I told him to do his best to prepare Amanda, we can't leave her behind no telling what could happen while we are gone; no it's safer if she just comes with us. We are leaving tomorrow and I am scared as hell.
Day Thirty-Seven
Today is the day. This may be the last time I ever write in this journal again, we are leaving. The odds are certainly against us. It's thirty miles to Panatauk. All we can do is take it a mile at a time. I pray we make all the right decisions. I want to say this to whoever may find this journal, if you have come here looking for food, shelter and safety and find this place deserted you can assume I am dead and as such I will have no further need of the provisions here; and you are welcome to them. Do whatever you want, take whatever you need. There is food in the pantry and there is water in the basement. You are welcome to whatever you find, I hope it helps you.
Read this journal, there are some useful observations in it; learn from our mistakes.
God Bless.
*My journal ends her , . I did not take it with me. It wouldn't matter anyway, not like I had time to write while we were on the road. I am going to try and reconstruct the events that followed over the next several days as best I can. Please read on, I am going to backtrack a bit, overlapping the last few days of my journal. As I read back through it I realized that some of it was a bit vague and required additional detail.
Chapter 6:
Murphy's Law
“Bruce, hey Bruce you there? I was in the gardens when Rick called out over the radio. I had been tending it pretty regularly and expected it to yield vegetables soon. I was on the other side of the table, watering the vines. I ran around the makeshift planter’s box to the other side of the room.
Picking up the radio I blurted, “ Hey, yeah I'm here...everything okay over there?”
“No, it's not, its Amanda, she is running really low on her medicine.” His voice, along with his anxious tone told me he was serious.
“ Uh , what the fuck am I
They are no doubt the fastest and smartest but they decompose fast, quickly falling into one of the other two categories. The Walkers make m e think...they really seem to be right on the fringe between life and death. It makes me wonder if somehow this radioactive material could have a practical application. How many loved ones have I lost to cancer and disease? Maybe the radiation could serve a positive purpose? I don't know, say a cancer victim finally losses the battle to the disease; but once the patient is dead the disease
dies along with them right? What if this material could be used to reanimate the patient minutes or hours later? Wouldn't they completely free of the disease?
* Days thirty three and four are missing, this was when Rick calls me with a serious problem and I ended up not writing for a few days as I had other pressing demands which you will read about here.
Day Thirty-Five
We have a problem . . . its Amanda. She has been rationing her medication for a while now, it's the stuff she takes to prevent rejection. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but she's an organ recipient and she has to take medication every day. Rick says she has enough to last another week or so but that's. This is really bad, without that medicine she will start having problem almost immediately. I have been so busy thinking of myself and my situation that I hadn't given it any thought. We are going to have to do
something quick. I don't like this at all but we have little choice.
We aren't going to sit here and watch her die . I refuse to let those damned things claim another life.
Day Thirty-Six
Rick's getting ready to go. The closest drug store that will have Amanda's medicine will be in Panatauk. There's no other choice, it is either this or watch Amanda die; and that's not an option. She has enough to last another three maybe four days, but that's it. I told him to do his best to prepare Amanda, we can't leave her behind no telling what could happen while we are gone; no it's safer if she just comes with us. We are leaving tomorrow and I am scared as hell.
Day Thirty-Seven
Today is the day. This may be the last time I ever write in this journal again, we are leaving. The odds are certainly against us. It's thirty miles to Panatauk. All we can do is take it a mile at a time. I pray we make all the right decisions. I want to say this to whoever may find this journal, if you have come here looking for food, shelter and safety and find this place deserted you can assume I am dead and as such I will have no further need of the provisions here; and you are welcome to them. Do whatever you want, take whatever you need. There is food in the pantry and there is water in the basement. You are welcome to whatever you find, I hope it helps you.
Read this journal, there are some useful observations in it; learn from our mistakes.
God Bless.
*My journal ends her , . I did not take it with me. It wouldn't matter anyway, not like I had time to write while we were on the road. I am going to try and reconstruct the events that followed over the next several days as best I can. Please read on, I am going to backtrack a bit, overlapping the last few days of my journal. As I read back through it I realized that some of it was a bit vague and required additional detail.
Chapter 6:
Murphy's Law
“Bruce, hey Bruce you there? I was in the gardens when Rick called out over the radio. I had been tending it pretty regularly and expected it to yield vegetables soon. I was on the other side of the table, watering the vines. I ran around the makeshift planter’s box to the other side of the room.
Picking up the radio I blurted, “ Hey, yeah I'm here...everything okay over there?”
“No, it's not, its Amanda, she is running really low on her medicine.” His voice, along with his anxious tone told me he was serious.
“ Uh , what the fuck am I
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