![]() ![]() It seems like a really long trek for fruit, but if that is your only option, then you do it. I wonder if the natives had planted fruit trees closer to the village, or if they used to go up the mountain to get fruit. The scouting team was right that the farther down the mountain you go, the less fruit there is available. I am glad we took the time to collect a bunch of fruit before we started down. Actually, he's even less because he is more fucking useless than anyone else in our group! He used to be a real important man in the music industry, but now, he's just a nobody like the rest of us. And they are getting real tired of jumping for their old boss. Of the five that were with him when we got stuck in the VIP room, only two are still alive, Shane and Travis. He doesn't have a lot of lackies left to jump at his every command. That hasn't stopped him from complaining, fucking endlessly. I know his head was really hurt in the crash, but he doesn't have any broken bones and says the dizzyness has mostly gone. So far though, the worst complainer is Will. He is walking, but is white as a sheet and makes little pain cries with every step. Buck is also still in pain from his probably broken ribs. ![]() She moans with every bump and is in a lot of pain. Melanie is being pulled on one of the sleds because her leg is still broken in too many places. It's been hell walking day after day with little rest and not just for me. I used my time to prepare a stick to help me walk while sitting by the fire that last night and thought I was ready for the trek. Marty had us all do a last check of our camp for anything that might be useful and then we settled down to rest until the morning. We made a couple of sleds out of pieces of the plane and used vines as ropes to pull with. The scouting party said it looked like the fruit became scarce when you start down the mountain. We spent the 29th getting the little we were taking with us ready for transport and gathering some food and water. Hopefully, with time, the memory of them will fade. ![]() But for some reason, these girls haunt me. That was really horrible and disturbing thing to see. I mean, I watched Alice turn after she was scratched. They keep coming after me and I can't seem to get away! I don't know why they have stuck in my head like this, no one else I have seen has so affected me. I don't know why, but those two girls have been in my nightmares the last two nights. Then we moved the truck and the day went on. We worked together and got them out and put out of their misery. ![]() He walked over and saw the girls in the truck and just shook his head. I passed my hand over my face and told him it was ok. James saw me jump back and climbed down from the rig to see what was going on. They got as far as the traffic jam and the girl probably turned and attacked her sister. I would guess that the little girl was bit before they got into the truck, maybe by a parent back at home. The teen was eaten on the side where the passenger sat and the child wasn't eaten like her sister. The dress was now covered in blood and bits of her sister and she had a wound on her left hand that could have been a bite. The child was dressed in a pretty pink dress and she was wearing little patent leather dress shoes. The little girl was also a blonde, and from what was left of the older girls face, I would guess they were sisters. She was in much better physical shape than the teen. Her stomach was a gaping, empty hole and pieces of her intestines were strewn around the cab like festive ribbons at a party.īeside her in the passenger seat at a zombie kid that was not much older than five before she turned. Her neck was missing most of the skin and her right arm was missing from the elbow down. The right side of her face was shredded and strips of flesh were hanging off her jaw. The left side of her face was almost perfect, except for the bite on her cheek. Her hair was blonde, but looked darker from the blood and other bodily fluids caking it. The thing inside the truck had been a teen girl, probably pretty, too. ![]()
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