been following signs calling this stretch of road “The Banfield Expressway” which will eventually lead us to the city of Portland. None of us knows what to expect with the exception that we are certain there was a big fire in the early days of the…uprising?…epidemic?...apocalypse? We will have a lot of neighborhoods to pass through. It is a double-edged sword in that we should be able to forage for supplies. However, there is a real potential for not only increased zombie problems, but the possibility of encountering living folks like The Genesis Brotherhood.
Jonathan says he stayed here for a week and saw very little in the way of zombie problems. There is a five foot high brick fence all the way around the facility. It is still intact, and the few zombies within are the ones he says found their way inside before he shut and chained the fancy iron gate that is this place’s main entrance. He said that all the other ways in were shut before he arrived. There wasn’t anything salvageable in the food department, but we have all the booze, wine, and water we could hope for.
I’ve made it clear that I want to reach Sam’s compound in a month…two at the most. I explained my reasons to Jonathan…and he seemed to totally get it. I did notice Jenifer’s scowl the entire time. Maybe we’ll talk later. Perhaps I’ll ask her if she’d like to stay at the compound (if it’s still intact) and care for this baby. Maybe she wants the chance to settle down. I’ve tried, and know it’s not for me. It really is just that simple.
Tuesday, December 9
It was nice to rest a bit. I’m not gonna lie…this whole pregnancy thing is tiring. Plus…I’m having the strangest dreams. Last night I dreamed I gave birth to kittens. And this morning I woke up wanting a baked potato like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
Jonathan only made things worse. I mentioned my potato craving, and this afternoon he came back from his daily patrol around the perimeter with a can of white potatoes. He said he looked for regular potatoes in a few houses nearby, but they’d all gone bad. Still, it was such a sweet gesture. Then, for no reason at all…I started crying. How crazy is that? Anyways, even from a can, those were the best potatoes I’ve ever tasted…but I didn’t have the heart to say that it just didn’t quite do it. It was like having an itch between your shoulder blades and scratching all around the edges.
I will say that we have eaten rather well these past few days. I guess there is a high school nearby that had some sort of agricultural program. Jonathan says that there is a greenhouse running off of solar panels. While some of the stuff has died, we feasted on tomatoes, carrots, and squash all cooked in foil over an open fire with fresh basil and garlic. It was wonderful…but I still want a baked potato.
Wednesday, December 10
We have decided to cut through the residential area rather than stick to the interstate. Last night we watched from the roof as a swarm of motorcycles roared past heading east. We can hide better moving through yards. While that also means more hiding places for zombies…it appears to be the best plan.
Thursday, December 11
This is insanity on a whole new level. We made it a few miles today. We are on the Portland version of the Mason-Dixon Line, across the street from what I think used to be a park on the corner of East Burnside and 39 th Avenue. On one side of Burnside it is Northeast 39 th , on the other was Southeast 39 th . We are in one of the few places not torched in this neighborhood. It looks like the government tried to erect a hasty encampment here.
The dead have been a bit thick. We’ve had to duck, dodge, and double-back all day. I can’t imagine what happened here. There are so many bodies. And even worse, partial bodies. If forced to guess, I would say that whomever was in charge of this fight tried to use large scale weaponry here. The type
Jonathan says he stayed here for a week and saw very little in the way of zombie problems. There is a five foot high brick fence all the way around the facility. It is still intact, and the few zombies within are the ones he says found their way inside before he shut and chained the fancy iron gate that is this place’s main entrance. He said that all the other ways in were shut before he arrived. There wasn’t anything salvageable in the food department, but we have all the booze, wine, and water we could hope for.
I’ve made it clear that I want to reach Sam’s compound in a month…two at the most. I explained my reasons to Jonathan…and he seemed to totally get it. I did notice Jenifer’s scowl the entire time. Maybe we’ll talk later. Perhaps I’ll ask her if she’d like to stay at the compound (if it’s still intact) and care for this baby. Maybe she wants the chance to settle down. I’ve tried, and know it’s not for me. It really is just that simple.
Tuesday, December 9
It was nice to rest a bit. I’m not gonna lie…this whole pregnancy thing is tiring. Plus…I’m having the strangest dreams. Last night I dreamed I gave birth to kittens. And this morning I woke up wanting a baked potato like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
Jonathan only made things worse. I mentioned my potato craving, and this afternoon he came back from his daily patrol around the perimeter with a can of white potatoes. He said he looked for regular potatoes in a few houses nearby, but they’d all gone bad. Still, it was such a sweet gesture. Then, for no reason at all…I started crying. How crazy is that? Anyways, even from a can, those were the best potatoes I’ve ever tasted…but I didn’t have the heart to say that it just didn’t quite do it. It was like having an itch between your shoulder blades and scratching all around the edges.
I will say that we have eaten rather well these past few days. I guess there is a high school nearby that had some sort of agricultural program. Jonathan says that there is a greenhouse running off of solar panels. While some of the stuff has died, we feasted on tomatoes, carrots, and squash all cooked in foil over an open fire with fresh basil and garlic. It was wonderful…but I still want a baked potato.
Wednesday, December 10
We have decided to cut through the residential area rather than stick to the interstate. Last night we watched from the roof as a swarm of motorcycles roared past heading east. We can hide better moving through yards. While that also means more hiding places for zombies…it appears to be the best plan.
Thursday, December 11
This is insanity on a whole new level. We made it a few miles today. We are on the Portland version of the Mason-Dixon Line, across the street from what I think used to be a park on the corner of East Burnside and 39 th Avenue. On one side of Burnside it is Northeast 39 th , on the other was Southeast 39 th . We are in one of the few places not torched in this neighborhood. It looks like the government tried to erect a hasty encampment here.
The dead have been a bit thick. We’ve had to duck, dodge, and double-back all day. I can’t imagine what happened here. There are so many bodies. And even worse, partial bodies. If forced to guess, I would say that whomever was in charge of this fight tried to use large scale weaponry here. The type
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