We have discovered who has been responsible for the recent bouts of graffiti and vandalism.
In apprehending this group of people, five of them in all, we took ten people, which shortened our numbers for other projects.
While we were in the process of arresting the offenders, they fought us with extreme violence, forcing us to call for additional help, depleting our numbers by another ten.
It was during this fracas that the lookouts spotted a wave of zombies coming for us. The arrest and ensuing violence distracted many people on duty, and because of that violence, occupied more than ten percent of our population. Since we operate on a three shift schedule, this weakened our position terribly. Normally such a group would pose no threat. We take down several a week.
The wave broke through, and we estimate the number of zombies to reach the second street back at around thirty. As a group, they broke through a partially constructed fence, and the result is that a girl of ten is dead. Her mother is, understandably, inconsolable.
I have very hard decisions ahead of me, and I am trying to give my rage time to cool before I make them.
Right now, I am not inclined to mercy.