Living With the Dead: The Bitter Seasons (18 page)

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11:29 AM
 

Friday, November 19, 2010

Posted by Josh Guess

It's too early to be dodging bullets.
The compound is on lockdown right now. While I was on my jog a few minutes ago a bullet from somewhere outside the walls came way too close to hitting me. I actually heard it go by my head. I guess it's a good thing that I'm an indifferent runner and have a hard time keeping a good rhythm.
General consensus is that there's a sniper out there somewhere. It worries me that he apparently waited to see someone who wasn't  guard or a scout. The quick meeting we organized after I ran away like a little girl with a scraped me led me to think that whoever is out there is looking for targets that have something to do with making the place run. People like me and Will, Courtney and Patrick, who have jobs that require either specialized skills or a good amount of experience. I get that, actually. Taking out scouts and guards would hurt us, but killing someone who coordinates defenses or heals the sick could be devastating.
I don't mean to downplay how vital people that guard us are, or the scouts. Every person from the folks that make our fabrics to the farmers in the field is integral to our way of life. It's just that anyone looking to weaken us knows that they would be able to do so more efficiently by causing chaos. No better way to do that than to knock out one of the gears that makes the machinery of our little society run smoothly.
Whoever it is will fail. The compound has only so many spots that are visible from a distance. Being built on a hill has a lot of tactical advantages, one of which is that our wall screens us from sight most of the way around.   So we have a general idea of his direction, but we are going to have to find a way to pick him off without putting people at risk...
That's it for now. We have a long day ahead.

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7:09 AM
 

Posted by Josh Guess

Just a fast update here--we managed to get a team out. They circled around from the opposite side of the compound to try and find the sniper. It didn't take long for them to figure out where he had been...but he had moved on by that point. We will be continuing cautious sweeps through the rest of the day. If we find the shooter, I will let you know as quickly as possible.
One thing that's been bugging me, though. How does this person know what we look like? I mean, my picture is on the blog, even though it's a weird one, but no one else is shown. How long have we been watched?

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9:28 AM
 

Posted by Josh Guess

Over the last day we've found a total of six spots from which the sniper has watched us. Still haven't caught them, but then he's not shooting at us either. We've taken a lot of precautions to stay out of the line of fire. Will thinks that the shooter's mission was to observe us and take out anyone on a list of targets. I just happened to be the lucky winner.
At any rate, they aren't getting any observing done now. There is nothing to see, other than the fact that we're staying inside or at least out of the way until the scouts and Dodger give us an all-clear. I don't know how long that will take, but I don't think we will still be on lockdown tomorrow.
This whole thing has made it pretty much impossible for us to work on any of our projects, the new defenses included. Sure, there are things to be done that fall within the safe zones, but much of Will's designs cover large areas. So that pretty much sucks.
To be honest, it's also kind of nice. I mean, we have people outside the walls making sure that a large group of enemies aren't trying to use this situation to get near us without being seen. But the rest of us don't really have much to do. I have little on the way of paperwork today, and checking supplies is out of the question.
There are many ways to fill those bored hours. Since we live in the southern part of the compound, and especially since our block has its own fence, we can move around pretty much freely. And it's the weekend, which means that most folks like Patrick who can be working right now will be calling it a day at eleven. I don't know what kind of shenanigans we'll get into but the day is full of promise. It's sort of like a rainy day--you are stuck in a small area, but feel oddly free to do something different because you can't go out.
Maybe that's just me, I don't know. But it's a nice change of pace from the months on end when we had to do not just our regular jobs, but also put in hours working our land, patrolling the wall for zombie attacks, and all the rest. Right here, right now, the ways that those of us who are safely ensconced on my block can be productive are approaching zero.
I think it's important to have fun now and then, and just as important to feel like its ok to have fun. Things are pretty slow around here lately now that the zombies have mostly gone into hibernation from the cold, which gives everyone a little more leeway to find enjoyment. Some people have taken up hobbies (I have several, my favorite right now is wood carving.) while others play games or sit down for a good long conversation with a friend.
Not everyone takes that much needed time to enjoy themselves. Some people, like Will, are so dedicated to their purpose that they can't allow themselves to take breaks. I don't think that's wrong or anything, I just worry that constant and ridiculously stressful work without cease will make some people lose perspective or focus.
Kind of random, I know. But I'm in a random sort of mood today. I want to go wrestle someone, or maybe practice tumbling. Maybe carve some needed wooden parts...
Something that's not sitting in front of this computer. They won't let me go out after the sniper, and my work is done. What to do?
Oh...I hear gunfire. Doesn't sound like a rifle, either. Maybe the scouts got our man...

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8:24 AM

Posted by Josh Guess

Today is my birthday, the first I've had since The fall. It's a weird and sort of unnerving experience realizing how much time is passing and that all the madness of the last eight and a half months is actually real. It's one of those personal milestones that really gets you thinking about life...
But you know, I have been pretty philosophical lately. I'd rather tell you some good news on my birthday rather than sound like a self-centered jackass for once.
The sniper is dead. I wish we could take credit for that, but the warm weather yesterday pretty much did the job for us. Our scouts found her body yesterday, or what was left of it. Seems she got a little too comfortable with the recent lack of zombie activity and reacted too late to save herself. There isn't much to go on to determine who she was or where she came from, though several people have theories...
The gunfire I heard Saturday was her, though. Our scouts got too close to where she was hiding and she bolted into the woods, spraying bullets behind her. She was good--several of the scouts are trained woodsmen and survivalists who know how to track, but she lost them.
I'm thrilled that the threat is over, but I admit to a little discomfort at the way it ended. I can't imagine how awful it must be to die by zombie. The slashing nails and gnashing teeth...
Sends a shiver down my spine. I said I wanted to talk about good stuff today.
Courtney has co-opted Steve from his duties as a member of our "flying company", which is the name I use for the group of folks that fill in wherever they are needed. She's actually pulled in a few other people as well to manage the herculean task of coordinating with all of the other groups of people who recently managed to contact us. It's a big and very difficult job, but I know she'll manage it amazingly. Courtney is a fantastic problem solver, and has become skilled at coordinating others.
There are a lot of factors that go into any durable society. The most basic ones are of course food, water, and shelter. The idea is to try and figure out how all of us across the US can work together to make those basics available to all, and build from there. Some groups have managed more than we have--running water and electricity around the clock, working refrigerators, all the creature comforts. Some have almost nothing, and desperately need help. We intend to do everything possible to make sure that those folks get all the help we can manage.
Courtney tells me that there is a lot of support for this. Many of the better-off groups have already pledged supplies and manpower to give aid to those in need. Some, like us here at the compound, have opened their doors to anyone who wants to come and join us. There are things like food supplies to take into account, or course, but overall the consensus is that it's a manageable problem.
If this sounds like socialism or whatever to you, trust me when I say that it's OK. I know that a lot of folks used to have some weird innate discomfort with helping those in need by sharing resources, but the hard facts are plain: people will die for certain if we don't. So if we can, why wouldn't we help?
When it gets down to life and death, most people have agreed to do the right thing. The few that are against building a cooperative effort or are on the fence seem to be operating from a place of fear and mistrust. I hate that it has to be that way, but I completely understand. This is my dream come true, and I'm still nervous as hell about it.
Knowing that the immediate threat is over and hearing that so many people out there are willing to do their part to help their fellow man fills me with a pride and hope for all of us that has been sorely lacking. I've talked about how lucky I feel to have so many good people here and at Jack's compound in Michigan, but this effort to help each other is the best sign for our species I've seen in months.
Best birthday present EVER.

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8:24 AM

Posted by Josh Guess

Well, today is a pretty big day. Everyone from the fallback point (the massive group of people from Lexington that came here a while back) is now moved up into the new annex of the compound. That is, completely moved in. 

The timing is actually pretty good. The last of the food that needed to be harvested from downtown has been dug up and transported, and there is no longer any reason for the buildings there to be occupied. It's a pretty nice feeling to know that everyone is close now, with no need to travel back and forth. 

We've done a lot more work on the walls, both the original and the annex wall. I still can't share details due to our need to keep our defenses hushed, but I can say that we've done a lot of work to reinforce both of them, and finished adding in the support structures on the newer wall. That means an easier time manning and defending it, as well as the capacity to move along the top much easier. 

We're sending the last big haul of potatoes and other late-season veggies up north to Jack's compound. Jack and his people don't need any further reserves of food at this point, owing to help from us and a few lucky finds on their part. But Jack has agreed to help distribute the extra out to needy survivors around the country and to groups that lack their own winter reserves. It's a small start toward what we hope will become a very large cooperative group effort, but it's one that will keep bellies from rumbling too hard and help guards keep up their strength...

There is a lot at stake, and not just the survival of the people we know about. I said a few days ago that if we can judge numbers just by the people we've found, there must be many times that number that are still out of communication with the rest of the world. I mean, there are more than a thousand of us just between the compound and Jack's people. How many are out there struggling to survive, building up the belief in their mind that they are essentially alone? 

It's sort of ironic to me. The lone survivor or small group fighting across the bleak landscape of a nation laid to waste by the zombie hordes is sort of the iconic and accepted image of what we face today. Or, it was. Less than a year ago when you looked at all the stuff I used to be obsessed with--zombie comics, movies, fiction of all types--that is what you saw. The reality is so different from that. 

Those people out there, the ones who have run until their feet have blistered and bled, believe that stereotype. They think that the world is over, and that survival of the individual is all that's left. Not because they've seen too many movies or read too many books, but because they have seen nothing to tell them otherwise. They aren't the gun-toting badass seen in film after film, going out of their way to kill the zombies around them. They're frightened parents and orphaned children desperate to live another day. 

We are working to make everyone we come into contact with stronger and more able to help in the effort to find these kinds of people. The idea of our cooperative movement is not only to help each other, but also to show the lost ones that there is a support structure for them and places to live after we find them. 

In short, we want to do everything possible to entice newly discovered survivors to join us in trying to peacefully co-exist. The larger goal of making sure the human race survives is paramount. We might be damaged as a species, but we're wiser for our mistakes. It HAS to be clear to anyone we find that we are safe and don't desire to rule anyone.