It's calm right now, it has been more of the same since my last post. People are fleeing the neighborhood in droves, and others for some reason are pulling their cars in and then abandoning them. Someone left a school bus running on the next road down. I took the keys.
We are planning on using abandoned cars to make a rough wall around the yard, and fill in the spaces with whatever we can find. More on that later.
Right now I want to address an issue that was brought up to me by a reader. There has been some confusion by some folks out there how the virus spreads. Here is what we have theorized so far:
The virus, if that is what it is, has already spread pretty much everywhere. It does not kill of itself (so far) but everyone is a carrier. Zombie bites do seem to kill, though it seems to take varying lengths of time. Either way, you come back as one, and it seems to be universally quick.
Also, a few people have asked what types of zombies I have seen. In other words, do they fit the classical zombie profile, the slow and shambling ghoul, or the modern type that is fast, strong, and smart. In fiction, the classic zombie is only stopped by severe head trauma, while the modern ones can be taken out by normal means, though they can take a lot of punishment.
Here is what we have seen: The "types" of zombies seem as varied as people themselves. We have seen some that move like living people, but believe me, they were really, really dead. Missing limbs, organs, that type of thing. We've seen them slow and steady, like the old Romero movies, and everything in between. The good news is that none of them seems very smart, unable to grasp the concept of door handles or any type of logical manipulation. So far, all we have seen suggests that the only way to stop them is severe head trauma, or piercing the brain.
I know that doesn't seem very helpful, but there it is. There are a variety of them out there. None of them are superstrong or anything, not able to do things they normally wouldn't be able to. That is as much as we know. I hope it helps some of you out there.
Back to the watch, Jess is yelling at me because I have been in here too long.
Patrick got us several rolls of heavy duty, tall fencing, and stuff to put it up with. And a truck. I didn't ask where he got all of that, because at this point, I just don't care.