Sept. 10, 2010 - 08:58pm

They came in the middle of the night. But it wasn't a greeting the decaying endless death as we have come accustomed to.....

It has been a while since and dead have shown up in force with numbers upon our little enclave to really threaten us like it was in the beginning. The real miracle was how our little band got started, but that will be another post.

In those first few weeks, while we strived to secure an immediate perimeter around the small cluster of town homes we chose to secure to make a stand in together first, I really couldn't tell you honestly if we where going to make it out alive in this. There was just so many of them together en mass wandering around. Without the protection and support from my new neighbors, none of this now, what I am about to describe, could have ever formed. It simply cannot be done by 1 man.

On that first wall, we used anything we could get with the manpower we had available. Shit, we even tore up the sidewalk square slabs and used them as foundations for the wall. I mean we used ANYTHING. It was a rubble pile, but it was solid and most importantly it worked... and still remains our last line of defense if anything happens.

4 worked, while 8 fully armed with rifles and sidearms watched their backs.

We had a rag tag collection of firearms assembled by our own collections before all this shit went down, including my own lot. Mostly a collection M4's (or AR-15's a some of us like to call them). These as you can image came in just about in every configuration possible, but most of them where equipped with fast reflex sights such as Eotach's or Aimpoints. Every rifle is really a signature of its owner. Some had Magpul stocks and MIAD grips, almost all had a forward grips, my own has a RRA Nation match trigger. There was one who had a tricked out DSA FAL, free floated hand guard, the works.

Fucking hell though, we brought them all to us with the Gunfire. But what were we to do? Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

First came the fresh ones, the ones the fucking run. Drop the runners to the ground with solid body shots knocked them out temporarily enough to take out the head with a single accurate shot. It is the only way to kill them, and its extremely hard to hit a moving head a distance especially under constant pressure and fatigue. 6 where on the ground with the workers, 2 where up on the roofs in prone positions for the more difficult shots. In stopping a zombie cold from a dead run in this the FAL proved to be by far the best, but it was the combination of the accuracy of the m4's that really kept things dead when undead hit the ground.

They came in numbers at times, and they also came one by one. We worked non-stop till completion. Taking shifts between constant guarding and back braking work. I don't even know how many day its took..2, 3? We were running mostly on caffeine and adrenaline from the constant fear and stress. Hitting your mark at a moving target is not easy on the mind, it can be just as hard as physical labor. But it was the need to protect our families inside that drove us on.

Once a the rubble pile was 5ft high, i think it was on the 3rd day actually, we felt semi-comfortable enough for us to take shifts in sleeping. 4 at a time had that luxury. while 4 guarded and 4 worked.

Now we have multiple walls.

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It was yesterday at 9:02am, that we got a call from outside of those walls. I was smokin' one of my last cig's scanning the bleakness of the horizon, my m4 slung down across my chest via a single point sling, when out of nowhere....

*SCCCCCCCCCccccrrreeeEEaaaaAAACCCHHHHHH*

A fully loaded truck comes slamming around the corner. In tow, was about a half dozen sprinters (they looked fresh, god knows where they came from). I could hear faint popping and i even noticed at the time while i aimed down the sight of my rifle, they were dropping with precision, but i did not hear any rifle report. Was that a suppressor?

Pulling up to the semi-trailer gate was not death, but LIFE! A whole Family by the looks of it. Kept safe, and well fed by the looks of it.

After a brief introduction we let them in, cautious as always at first, but we soon found out we had nothing to fear from this family. Well maybe the dead should fear them.

It was Fargo007 with his family, and they were on the move.

My next entry will be a verbatim description of his account.