Absolutely astounding news.
First of all, I need you to understand the mindset. After Phase 1 was complete and we barricaded ourselves in the store, everyone was more or less emotionally shattered. Once the zombies were trapped outside and we were safe, everyone was able to do what I call an “emotion dump.” We were able to stop and think about what was really happening. Once your own security was established, you began to start thinking about all your friends and family. I don’t even want to start typing about it or I might not be able to continue. Needless to say, the first Wednesday and Thursday of this chaos was f**king traumatic. I didn’t think it could get much worse.
God bless Sharon. Sharon is the head of the bakery department and she is naturally a wonderful cook. So she took it upon herself to begin preparing hot food for everyone. It is funny, in a grocery store stocked with everything you can imagine, I don’t if anyone ate for a few days. But on Friday the 6th, everything changed. Sharon cooked this wonderful meal of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni & cheese, corn, peas, bread rolls, some pies for desert. I mean this was as close as you can get to a Thanksgiving meal in May.
It was here that we all got together as a group. A lot of people were isolating themselves in their depression, speaking in hushed tones, or trying to cry where others would not see. But this was the first time that we all came together without working. Everyone worked to reinforce the windows and hang the tin foil. But unless we had a safety releated-mission, people stayed away from each other. But Sharon brought everyone together to eat. Maternal instinct I guess.
It was over that meal that we came up with the theory of the Year One Plan. I can honestly say that this meal turned everyone around. This is because we finally had an end goal in sight. And the general game plan was to adapt this store to be able to accommodate us for one year. This is why my entries have been sketchy lately. We have been busy adapting this place to make it livable for the next year.
And I have to say, some of the stuff that we have come up with has been pretty ingenious if I do say so myself. I will share some of the stuff that we have done over the next couple of days. But right now, I have much more important news to report.
Lance spends a lot of time on the roof zombie watching. Grocery stores stock fairly well in advance. When you all are picking out turkeys for Thanksgiving, we have Christmas candy waiting to be displayed in the back. So with Memorial Day on the horizon, we got a lot of patriotic stuff in. Lance took to hanging all the American flags from the top of the building. He even attached floral balloon weights to the bottom so they would not flap tremendously in the wind. To those in the know, a national flag hung upside down is a signal of distress. Zombies milling about aren’t going to notice it but perhaps a military convoy rolling down Highway 82 might. I was really proud of him for that idea.
Tonight, after it really started to get dark, Lance came sprinting down from his zombie watching, yelling about a flashing light. So we all clamored up to the roof. And then we saw it. The flashing light.
Across Highway 82 and less than a section line north of us is our local ACE Hardware store. The message was coming from their rooftop. Now, I am not a Morse code expert but damn near everyone knows S.O.S. from the play walkie-talkies your parents got you as a kid for Christmas. Dot, dot dot, dash dash dash, dot, dot, dot. And by means of a flashing light on the roof their building, we got that message.
I cannot help but think that whoever is over there saw zero light coming from our windows when we are normally lit up to a point where you can probably see us from the orbital space station. Then they saw Lance’s flags hanging upside down. There is one guy over there at ACE who would understand that message…
Now, it is too dark to tell who is sending the message but it is everything we can do to keep Kasondra and Janet contained. Kasondra’s fiancée and Janet’s son, Brad Chambers, works at ACE Hardware and he is this gung-ho, military, Sylvester Stallone-loving guy who wants nothing more than to be Rambo. And if I had money to bet, when the Zombie Apocalypse started, Brad would have the wherewithal to react the same way we did in barricading himself with the store.
It is too dark tonight to tell who is up there. But this is not some random sparking light. This is an intelligent signal. We should know more in the morning.
I am exhausted but wanted to report this. Now I am off to bed but I bet those girls don’t sleep a wink.
More soon…
First of all, I need you to understand the mindset. After Phase 1 was complete and we barricaded ourselves in the store, everyone was more or less emotionally shattered. Once the zombies were trapped outside and we were safe, everyone was able to do what I call an “emotion dump.” We were able to stop and think about what was really happening. Once your own security was established, you began to start thinking about all your friends and family. I don’t even want to start typing about it or I might not be able to continue. Needless to say, the first Wednesday and Thursday of this chaos was f**king traumatic. I didn’t think it could get much worse.
God bless Sharon. Sharon is the head of the bakery department and she is naturally a wonderful cook. So she took it upon herself to begin preparing hot food for everyone. It is funny, in a grocery store stocked with everything you can imagine, I don’t if anyone ate for a few days. But on Friday the 6th, everything changed. Sharon cooked this wonderful meal of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni & cheese, corn, peas, bread rolls, some pies for desert. I mean this was as close as you can get to a Thanksgiving meal in May.It was here that we all got together as a group. A lot of people were isolating themselves in their depression, speaking in hushed tones, or trying to cry where others would not see. But this was the first time that we all came together without working. Everyone worked to reinforce the windows and hang the tin foil. But unless we had a safety releated-mission, people stayed away from each other. But Sharon brought everyone together to eat. Maternal instinct I guess.
It was over that meal that we came up with the theory of the Year One Plan. I can honestly say that this meal turned everyone around. This is because we finally had an end goal in sight. And the general game plan was to adapt this store to be able to accommodate us for one year. This is why my entries have been sketchy lately. We have been busy adapting this place to make it livable for the next year.
And I have to say, some of the stuff that we have come up with has been pretty ingenious if I do say so myself. I will share some of the stuff that we have done over the next couple of days. But right now, I have much more important news to report.
Lance spends a lot of time on the roof zombie watching. Grocery stores stock fairly well in advance. When you all are picking out turkeys for Thanksgiving, we have Christmas candy waiting to be displayed in the back. So with Memorial Day on the horizon, we got a lot of patriotic stuff in. Lance took to hanging all the American flags from the top of the building. He even attached floral balloon weights to the bottom so they would not flap tremendously in the wind. To those in the know, a national flag hung upside down is a signal of distress. Zombies milling about aren’t going to notice it but perhaps a military convoy rolling down Highway 82 might. I was really proud of him for that idea.
Tonight, after it really started to get dark, Lance came sprinting down from his zombie watching, yelling about a flashing light. So we all clamored up to the roof. And then we saw it. The flashing light.
Across Highway 82 and less than a section line north of us is our local ACE Hardware store. The message was coming from their rooftop. Now, I am not a Morse code expert but damn near everyone knows S.O.S. from the play walkie-talkies your parents got you as a kid for Christmas. Dot, dot dot, dash dash dash, dot, dot, dot. And by means of a flashing light on the roof their building, we got that message.
I cannot help but think that whoever is over there saw zero light coming from our windows when we are normally lit up to a point where you can probably see us from the orbital space station. Then they saw Lance’s flags hanging upside down. There is one guy over there at ACE who would understand that message…
Now, it is too dark to tell who is sending the message but it is everything we can do to keep Kasondra and Janet contained. Kasondra’s fiancée and Janet’s son, Brad Chambers, works at ACE Hardware and he is this gung-ho, military, Sylvester Stallone-loving guy who wants nothing more than to be Rambo. And if I had money to bet, when the Zombie Apocalypse started, Brad would have the wherewithal to react the same way we did in barricading himself with the store.
It is too dark tonight to tell who is up there. But this is not some random sparking light. This is an intelligent signal. We should know more in the morning.
I am exhausted but wanted to report this. Now I am off to bed but I bet those girls don’t sleep a wink.
More soon…
