Day Five and Six

           I’m going to stop adding times until I can find some semblance of power all I know currently is that it’s around 10 or 11am. I heard a survivor screaming and lots of gunfire, when I looked over my edge, I saw the juggernaut had killed Cathy from my old enclave. In fact, it had killed a few people from my group before they finally took it down, only remaining two were Sam and Doc. Doc was the one that convinced me to do these journals and he was the one that snuck me food, so I knew I had to save him and Sam protected me when no one else would. I used some debris I found on the roof to distract the zombies, Doc saw me first and they both got to the ladder just before a horde walked through. Now we were all sitting around my torn-up tent and eating some snacks to get us through. I’m sure they’ll have questions and I’m glad to give answers, but right now I think everyone wants to rest.

 

Roughly 4 days later

            I just realized I never completed my last entry. It’s been somewhere around four days since I last wrote anything. Doc and Sam questioned me about the incident with the sleeping pills and how I managed to survive, I told them as much as I could: needed to make sure no one saw me, moved quietly and stayed low, avoided any hordes, and got lucky with this base. I knew we weren’t going to stay lucky though, I saw some zombies trying to figure out how to climb yesterday, if they manage it then we could be in real trouble with nowhere to go. Doc thinks we should move and find somewhere easier to protect, I agree with him, but there’s so many horde’s lately I don’t know if we could safely move. Especially since Sam doesn’t know about my health conditions and that could be dangerous.

 

The Next Day

            Doc and I decided to fill Sam in on my health conditions. Now he understands why I hid in my room all the time and why I didn’t help much. I’m not able to lift more than 10-15lbs without feeling like I’m paralyzed from a car accident. He apologized to me, but truthfully most of the damage is done, I won’t ever be able to forget being attacked, but I need a group. I’m too sick to be able to be on my own and survive. Doc took Sam aside and explained my Lupus and Celiac as well. I was never good at explaining that I had two chronic illnesses that eventually would kill me. Well, the diseases themselves wouldn’t, but the fact that eventually, I can’t find gluten-free food or the medicine I need for Lupus or that Lupus would eventually also make it possibly too hard to move from arthritis or fatigue. They both agreed that we would deal with that when it came time but for now, we’ll all try to survive if we can. I just don’t know how long that will be for me.