shifted so much. I didn't see a wall with hammers, and hatchets, and nail pullers, crowbars, mallets and steel wedges. I wanted to see things to make with, to build, but all that came to me was what use it would be as an instrument of violence.
Not just against zombies, either, but how effective against a person trying to hurt my family, come into my home. The thought froze me. All of a sudden the reality of it slammed into me. This is what will happen. Our existence is going to shift into something a lot more basic. We are going to have to do things that will make us sick. Those tools in front of me might be my only option to save my life. Or Patrick, Jess, or my mom.
Maybe the metal plates over the windows will keep people away. Or they might be like a beacon to some desperate person seeking shelter. It's an agonizing dilemma. Beefing up our home makes us safe, but does it make us a target? We live in the back part of our neighborhood, almost at the top of the hill. We are just outside the city limits, but not so far into the county that we are saved by distance. Lexington is getting bad, the outbreak hitting UK like wildfire. My guess is that the first of them will hit Frankfort tonight or early tomorrow. I like to think we are prepared. Physically, we are. We are so stocked with supplies and back-ups that I think we can last for months here without leaving the property. Not that I think it will come to that, since we want to start on our planting and working on the back yard.
We're ready, I guess. Loaded up with so many weapons that we couldn't even carry them all if we had to. What remains to be seen is whether or not we can use them, when the time comes.
Jess is a quiet woman, a gentle soul. She has never been in a fight, never been attacked. I have always avoided conflict when I could, sorted out those who wouldn't let me run. But I have never had to fight with weapons, much less kill a person.
Patrick is older, and more experienced in things like that. If our luck goes south, and I can't do my duty and finish the job, I know he will have my back.
Mom is scared now, and I am pretty sure she will be coming here to stay with us tomorrow. Pat is there now, trying to convince her to come today.
I am on the couch, tying on my laptop. Next to me is an old hatchet, a loaded glock, and my cell phone. Strange how used to it I am already becoming. None of those things seems out of place.
My phone is jangling at me. A text from my friend Joe, just three miles down the road:
They're here.
Posted by Josh Guess at 1:38 PM
Infected
Just a short update while I have time--things are about to get seriously out of hand.
Joe called me to let me know he was OK. His text freaked us all out. But south Frankfort is infected, and badly. Apparently a bunch of people were out in the nice weather grilling out when some poor bastard from Lexington crashed his car into the ones parked in front of their house. Joe wasn't sure what went down, but the result was that several people were bitten, because the driver didn't survive the crash. Now there is a hoard of forty or fifty of them on Shelby street, and the local cops are crowding the area.
The worst part is, some folks down there must have called around, because several folks on my street have left to go down and check it out. Idiots.
The results should be clear enough to predict. Very shortly, we are going to be neck deep in it. Looks like we are in for a long, long night.
I gave up on praying a long time ago. But if anyone out there has one for us, feel free. Every little bit helps.
Posted by Josh Guess at 5:23 PM
Monday, March 8, 2010
A good defense
It was pretty much a worst case scenario.
Less than an hour after my last post, they started appearing at the bottom of the neighborhood, in ones and twos at first. I don't know how many people in south Frankfort have died, but enough of them became infected
Not just against zombies, either, but how effective against a person trying to hurt my family, come into my home. The thought froze me. All of a sudden the reality of it slammed into me. This is what will happen. Our existence is going to shift into something a lot more basic. We are going to have to do things that will make us sick. Those tools in front of me might be my only option to save my life. Or Patrick, Jess, or my mom.
Maybe the metal plates over the windows will keep people away. Or they might be like a beacon to some desperate person seeking shelter. It's an agonizing dilemma. Beefing up our home makes us safe, but does it make us a target? We live in the back part of our neighborhood, almost at the top of the hill. We are just outside the city limits, but not so far into the county that we are saved by distance. Lexington is getting bad, the outbreak hitting UK like wildfire. My guess is that the first of them will hit Frankfort tonight or early tomorrow. I like to think we are prepared. Physically, we are. We are so stocked with supplies and back-ups that I think we can last for months here without leaving the property. Not that I think it will come to that, since we want to start on our planting and working on the back yard.
We're ready, I guess. Loaded up with so many weapons that we couldn't even carry them all if we had to. What remains to be seen is whether or not we can use them, when the time comes.
Jess is a quiet woman, a gentle soul. She has never been in a fight, never been attacked. I have always avoided conflict when I could, sorted out those who wouldn't let me run. But I have never had to fight with weapons, much less kill a person.
Patrick is older, and more experienced in things like that. If our luck goes south, and I can't do my duty and finish the job, I know he will have my back.
Mom is scared now, and I am pretty sure she will be coming here to stay with us tomorrow. Pat is there now, trying to convince her to come today.
I am on the couch, tying on my laptop. Next to me is an old hatchet, a loaded glock, and my cell phone. Strange how used to it I am already becoming. None of those things seems out of place.
My phone is jangling at me. A text from my friend Joe, just three miles down the road:
They're here.
Posted by Josh Guess at 1:38 PM
Infected
Just a short update while I have time--things are about to get seriously out of hand.
Joe called me to let me know he was OK. His text freaked us all out. But south Frankfort is infected, and badly. Apparently a bunch of people were out in the nice weather grilling out when some poor bastard from Lexington crashed his car into the ones parked in front of their house. Joe wasn't sure what went down, but the result was that several people were bitten, because the driver didn't survive the crash. Now there is a hoard of forty or fifty of them on Shelby street, and the local cops are crowding the area.
The worst part is, some folks down there must have called around, because several folks on my street have left to go down and check it out. Idiots.
The results should be clear enough to predict. Very shortly, we are going to be neck deep in it. Looks like we are in for a long, long night.
I gave up on praying a long time ago. But if anyone out there has one for us, feel free. Every little bit helps.
Posted by Josh Guess at 5:23 PM
Monday, March 8, 2010
A good defense
It was pretty much a worst case scenario.
Less than an hour after my last post, they started appearing at the bottom of the neighborhood, in ones and twos at first. I don't know how many people in south Frankfort have died, but enough of them became infected
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