born.
Marisa cooked hamburgers with baked potatoes on the propane grill. I didn't eat much. I couldn't.
I can't write anymore tonight. I'm depressed after going in that little house and taking things that belonged to them. I know it won't be the last house we go into because of the news Mick and Jason brought from town.
No one is going out after dark. You'll understand that decision tomorrow.
Tonight, I just want to crawl into my comfortable bed and pray for my family and the Baldwin's.
Bye for now.
Sunday, January 5
'Take the children, and yourself, and hide out in the cellar. By Now the Fighting will be close at hand. Don't believe the church and state, and everything they tell you. Believe in me, I'm with the high command' - Mike & The Mechanics, Silent Running
We didn't bury the bodies yesterday. Mick and Jason are over there now, getting the job done.
The big expl osion was two fuel trucks at town hall. A big rig tanker truck came careening over the curb and hit a parked tanker truck at about fifty miles an hour. The impact caused the parked tanker to blow, and the careening truck to blow as well.
There are three trucks still there. There ’s burned bodies of national guardsmen, police officers, and "citizens" lying dead all over the place. Mick doesn't think anyone there was infected because they were not back up and trying to eat him. Burned out cars are still in line to get fuel. Their occupants are either long gone, or dead inside.
They saw a little dog lying in the middle of the road with its head raised and Jason asked Mick to stop the truck so he could check on it. It wasn't a puppy. It was a full grown Chihuahua mix and he is suffering with, what looks like, a broken leg. I think he’s mixed with dachshund ‘cause he’s a long, little doggie. Mick says it doesn't look like he was hit by a car. He thinks he might have been attacked by one of the larger dogs that are on the loose since there are a couple of puncture marks on the leg. It didn't even occur to him that the puncture marks may be from an infected person.
Jason picked up the little dog and stuck him inside his coat. When he got back in the truck , he took two of Amber's non-melted crayons and splinted its leg. He wrapped the shoelace from his boot around the crayons and the leg. Jason and Marisa now have a new dog and his name is "Tig." Jason named him before they could even get him home.
The hospital parking lot is filled with cars and there’s a lot of HDI's roaming around, bumping into them. Car alarms are going off and it seems to drive the HDI's into a frenzy every couple of minutes when a new alarm is added to the mix. They run and bump into things, and then they settle down for a few minutes before one of them bumps into another car with an alarm, and the frenzy starts all over again.
Marisa's office building also has all the windows broken out. The doors are standing wide open and the parking lot is bare. They didn't see anyone near the building but they did see a couple of "figures" moving in the public park behind the building.
The remaining buildings in town are either/or. Either they have the windows broken out with merchandise strewn about, or they look like they haven't been touched at all and might open their doors for business at any moment.
They met a dirty, soot covered Mr. Peindhart (we've always called him Mr. P) walking down the road. They had to look twice to make sure he wasn't undead. He was carrying a Louisville Slugger that ha d bits of blood and flesh on it and he looked ecstatic about seeing a running vehicle with living occupants. He asked them to take him to the newspaper office where he's editor. He'd been receiving, and printing, news articles until the moment the power went out. He'd tell them what was going on when they got to the office.
They put him in the tiny back-seat of the S10.
On the ride over, he told them what happened to the tanker trucks. He didn't mention the reason for the
Marisa cooked hamburgers with baked potatoes on the propane grill. I didn't eat much. I couldn't.
I can't write anymore tonight. I'm depressed after going in that little house and taking things that belonged to them. I know it won't be the last house we go into because of the news Mick and Jason brought from town.
No one is going out after dark. You'll understand that decision tomorrow.
Tonight, I just want to crawl into my comfortable bed and pray for my family and the Baldwin's.
Bye for now.
Sunday, January 5
'Take the children, and yourself, and hide out in the cellar. By Now the Fighting will be close at hand. Don't believe the church and state, and everything they tell you. Believe in me, I'm with the high command' - Mike & The Mechanics, Silent Running
We didn't bury the bodies yesterday. Mick and Jason are over there now, getting the job done.
The big expl osion was two fuel trucks at town hall. A big rig tanker truck came careening over the curb and hit a parked tanker truck at about fifty miles an hour. The impact caused the parked tanker to blow, and the careening truck to blow as well.
There are three trucks still there. There ’s burned bodies of national guardsmen, police officers, and "citizens" lying dead all over the place. Mick doesn't think anyone there was infected because they were not back up and trying to eat him. Burned out cars are still in line to get fuel. Their occupants are either long gone, or dead inside.
They saw a little dog lying in the middle of the road with its head raised and Jason asked Mick to stop the truck so he could check on it. It wasn't a puppy. It was a full grown Chihuahua mix and he is suffering with, what looks like, a broken leg. I think he’s mixed with dachshund ‘cause he’s a long, little doggie. Mick says it doesn't look like he was hit by a car. He thinks he might have been attacked by one of the larger dogs that are on the loose since there are a couple of puncture marks on the leg. It didn't even occur to him that the puncture marks may be from an infected person.
Jason picked up the little dog and stuck him inside his coat. When he got back in the truck , he took two of Amber's non-melted crayons and splinted its leg. He wrapped the shoelace from his boot around the crayons and the leg. Jason and Marisa now have a new dog and his name is "Tig." Jason named him before they could even get him home.
The hospital parking lot is filled with cars and there’s a lot of HDI's roaming around, bumping into them. Car alarms are going off and it seems to drive the HDI's into a frenzy every couple of minutes when a new alarm is added to the mix. They run and bump into things, and then they settle down for a few minutes before one of them bumps into another car with an alarm, and the frenzy starts all over again.
Marisa's office building also has all the windows broken out. The doors are standing wide open and the parking lot is bare. They didn't see anyone near the building but they did see a couple of "figures" moving in the public park behind the building.
The remaining buildings in town are either/or. Either they have the windows broken out with merchandise strewn about, or they look like they haven't been touched at all and might open their doors for business at any moment.
They met a dirty, soot covered Mr. Peindhart (we've always called him Mr. P) walking down the road. They had to look twice to make sure he wasn't undead. He was carrying a Louisville Slugger that ha d bits of blood and flesh on it and he looked ecstatic about seeing a running vehicle with living occupants. He asked them to take him to the newspaper office where he's editor. He'd been receiving, and printing, news articles until the moment the power went out. He'd tell them what was going on when they got to the office.
They put him in the tiny back-seat of the S10.
On the ride over, he told them what happened to the tanker trucks. He didn't mention the reason for the
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