Days With The Undead (Book 1) by Julianne Snow Page B

links to the herds of farm animals that appear to have been targeted by the same people. Now that the community is facing an unknown assailant or assailants, they seem to want to mobilize to counteract something; they just don’t know what…
    If only they realized that their unknown assailants were in fact a horde of Undead chipmunks. It’s scary to think that no one will likely know what it was that really attacked those children and the animals. And if they do figure it out, their death will likely follow quickly. Those little Undead things are fast and they don’t look like they’re stopping anytime soon.
    I would hate to see them in a highly urbanized setting. They would decimate the population in a matter of hours.
    Last night we were absolutely haunted by the images that we witnessed. It was horrible to see all of those small children fall prey to something so sinister. They didn’t even see it coming. The fear that they must have felt in those last moments… It makes me sick to my stomach to think of it. And now each and every one of them is a member of the Undead army, looking for more people to assimilate.
    Where did those chipmunks even come from? Tracking the locations of the links, it appears that they came from the west - but everything Undead should be to the northeast of us. Was it possible that there is something starting to the west? If so, will we be able to outrun it or just meet it in the south as it spreads out?
    We’re just going to keep moving south and a bit more quickly now knowing what is behind us. Every house, farm, school, church, or building of any kind that we pass makes me think about is the fact that these people could be the next victims of the mass of deadly carcasses. There is a part of you that wants to stop, that wants to warn them all of what is coming; but you know that stopping could potentially mean your own death.
    There is no telling how close the swarm is behind us or if they are even moving in the same southerly direction. And there is the potential that the horde is growing larger as more and more chipmunks as well as other small rodents and mammals become infected. The thought chills me to my marrow and fills me with a sense of despair.
    The mood in the car has been very somber. None of us really want to talk but the silence is just as depressing as the topics we always come back to. At least I have an out in some ways. I can search the web from my computer and insulate myself from the banter in the car. It’s not that much fun on the Internet, mind you. Let me tell you about what I came across today.
    There is a group in Florida that has decided to make a final stand in the Everglades if the Undead ever reach them. Now I’m not that knowledgeable about the Everglades but I know that they are somewhat inhospitable. With the number of dangerous wildlife species living in the waters and on land, I’m not sure it’s the place that I would choose to go. I have heard that there are hunting camps nestled deep in the reserve so it may be safe.
    The Undead will eventually find you though if you stop. I believe that with all of my being; nowhere is truly safe. Given that belief, I wonder sometimes why we keep moving. Wouldn’t it be better for us to just pick a place in the countryside somewhere and fortify a house? The problem with that idea is that there are a number of people that haven’t seen the wisdom in getting out of the way of the Undead. It’s hard to know what the correct decision to make in this situation is. In many cases, you’re either damned if you do or conversely damned if you don’t.
    I don’t feel much like relating the day to you tonight. Not after describing the events of yesterday to you last night. Or after seeing the videos and photographs on the web. Perhaps it’s time for you to learn about another one of our group. Telling one of our stories might be a bit cathartic for me at this point. A quick step away without actually physically stepping