Dear Diary,
I was inspired by a
pickaxe today. My hours of Minecraft weren't so wasted after all,
Dad, when a reanimated adult lumbered into the hardware section of
Walmart. Whack, whack, whack, in its eye with the pick and it
un-animated pretty darn quick! I kicked it to make sure it had no
plans of undoing my handy work. Joe had the kids a few rows over in
the fruit section. It seemed the responsible thing to do, get them to
eat something fresh before it all turned to sludge. The public
rest-room was the first stop on our Apocalyptic field trip, then
over to Joe's -- not my Joe, Joe with the giant thumbs-up you see on the turnpike between Beckett and Amberleigh -- camping and fishing supply section.
We got the kids to choose a sleeping bag each. Now Joe's reading a bedtime story to 13 BEKs tucked into 13 fluorescent pink Barbie sacks, and 7 BEKs in Thomas the Tank engine. Casey wanted Bratz, Thomas insisted on sleeping in mine -- which means Bye Bye Kitty and Hello Hazmat.
The bus had broken
down about two miles passed the Walmart, I had planned to double
back myself to look for a fanbelt. But Thomas and Casey refused to
let me go, after that all the kids had started complaining, their
minuscule bladders helping them get over their trauma. This section
of town was pretty well-to-do, so I imagine most of the residents
begged FEMA to take them away leaving few reanimates to bother us.
We have seen a handful of BEKs but they keep their distance. No
cats, and about three dog packs, which I think explains the cats!
We
have set up in a small boutique jewellery store chosen, both, for its
6 inch roller door that locks from the inside, and the fact that the
key was still in the lock. We are going to try and go back for the
bus tomorrow, it's not like there's a 26 seater vehicle on every
street corner! Anyway, Joe wants me to switch the torch off, so I'll leave
you with a pic of Deathbringer my new BFF!
Update Soon.
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