The early hours of the morning got fairly cool. With that surprising chill wind came the New Breed. You almost wonder if they were just waiting for it to come for us. All in all it wasn't a bad one, though the New Breed did manage to get over the wall in one place. We still had minimal crew there this morning, but we were prepared. Everyone knew to secure their homes before they went to sleep, and the standing order was for our guards to pull back from the wall if they found themselves badly outnumbered.
Not that it was all that risky. The New Breed were...not right. Maybe it's being so damn hungry, but I tend to think they're getting hit with the new plague. I remember that attack quite a while back where the zombies hitting us seemed like they were sick. I'm willing to bet the new plague was the culprit. Our research at the time seems to bear that out, and the ones Gabrielle cut up this morning have the same symptoms.
But you know, it's actually way more important to me how well we reacted to this assault. Weeks have gone by without a major fight, and when it comes more than three dozen zombies actually get inside New Haven. Our people did exactly what they were supposed to do, and those who were on call to respond to the bells were efficient and careful. House-to-house fighting in the dark, chasing down stragglers, and not one of our people was killed. A few minor injuries, sure, but that's a small price to pay.
I've said many times that getting complacent is a sure way to get dead. I think we've reached a point where we no longer have to put much effort into reacting to danger. We're practiced enough at it that it's now second nature. Sort of like learning to drive; at first you're shaky and concentrating way too hard, but eventually you just get into the flow and do it. We're there.
There are a lot of big things just over the horizon that I want to talk about. I'm hoping that by tomorrow or the day after at latest I'll have the go-ahead to share. There have been plans in motion for a long time that are finally coming to fruition. It's not a matter of 'if' anymore, only 'when'.
I hate to be vague, but I don't have much choice.
Alarm bells again. Short pattern. Another breach.