I think it’s beginning.
Two very strange events happened today. One here at school, and the other off campus.
Second story is easier to tell than the first, so I’ll share that one now.
We have lost radio contact with Gavin’s Tower. No one there made their proper radio checks the last two check ins, and they haven’t responded to our last two attempts to radio them. It definitely cast a huge shadow this afternoon when we were doing the Halloween stuff for the kids. I think the adults did a good job hiding it from the kids, but I know there were a lot of pained glances exchanged. Definitely not frigging cool.
We spent most of this evening after the trick or treating talking about the plan to go there tomorrow, which I am a part of. I am hoping it goes well, and just turns out to be a busted generator, or a loose wire on the radio equipment we put on the roof there. That’d be swell.
Of course, that ain’t gonna happen, and we both know it dad. I’m so worried something has happened. Dwayne has been a shithead lately, and there’s always the chance that they are surrounded by more zeds, or another band of roving dickfaces have attacked them. The door Martin welded/made down there is sturdy, but a person with a brain can easily open that door. It wouldn’t take much for someone with a vehicle to tie a chain to it and tug it right off the side of the building.
The other thing that happened today will keep me up tonight. I’ve already got a movie to watch in my room, because I know I am not sleeping. I’m kind of afraid to sleep, and I desperately want to take something to make me sleep, but I know if I dream, it’ll be messed up, and if I take a pill to dream, I won’t wake up if something bad happens, and I don’t know what’s worse right now.
So during the hour or so that we had kids going from building to building getting candy, I took on the role of roving security. Alex and George were on gate duty with James, and everyone with a kid was taking them around to get the candy, and sort of lead them along like good parents do. I simply hung around centrally on campus, and made sure nothing was happening that was odd, or weird, or whatever. Granted, it was a non-job, but I felt good watching the bulk of the little folks in their costumes wander about and I felt good that if something were to happen, I was there.
Plus I felt like I was shafting the Jinx Fairy. After my slip up the other night I felt like I had to go the extra mile to ensure we didn’t have an incident. Adrian would never forgive me.
So right. Here’s where it gets weird. I am sitting on one of the small stone benches that’s sort of near Hall E, sort of in the middle of campus, and I swear to you I saw a kid making a beeline around the back of the building and towards the wall facing the river. Now none of our kids have any business over there, so I hop up, and trot over to check whoever it was out. As memory serves, the kid was wearing a sheet, and was trying to look like a ghost or something.
I run around the end of the building towards the wall, and the kid is just gone. Like, poof gone. So my heart drops hardcore, and I get this sick feeling that the kid ran to the top of the… berm, that’s the word, and he’s gone over the top and fallen down near the river, where there may or may not be any zombies.
I get my AR off my shoulder and get to the top of the wall as fast as I can. I get to the top, where the logs are kind of sticking up, and there’s no kid on the other side of the wall, just six zombies.
Right off the bat I’m really confused and weirded out that there are any zombies at that spot in the first place. They were easily like a hundred yards away from the bridge, and there is like, no reason at all for them to have walked from the bridge to here. The other messed up thing about it, is that they would have had to cross the river in the water, or walked across the bridge, and fallen off, then climbed up the embankment, and THEN walked all the way to a random spot on the school wall.
That’s like, a LOT of weird coincidences.
So I lift my gun up, and flick the safety switch, and I am about to start shooting when it occurs to me that the kids are maybe fifty yards from me. If I start shooting without telling them that I am about to shoot, there will be panic. Also, if I start shooting, it’ll attract more attention to the school, and that’s bad.
So I grab my walkie, and radio to the gate for James. Alex says he’ll send him when he sees him, which should be like fifteen minutes or so. To kill the time, I stand near the top of the berm wall behind the logs, and I watch the six zombies kind of mill about, and scratch at the logs. I notice maybe five minutes in that the logs are entirely scratched to shit where they are standing. Also, the fingers of the zeds are raw, and some are worn straight down to the finger bones, like they had been scratching for days…
These folks had been there for awhile. A few minutes later, as I’m starting to get the heebie jeebies standing there just a few feet from them thinking about it, James comes waltzing down the top of the berm, and asks what’s up. He sees the zombies just as he gets to me, and does like a “oh holy shit” face, and he proceeds to get his rifle free.
I stopped him, and we have the discussion about the kids being right nearby, and how the undead got to this remarkably strange place. It’s like, strange for him to think about too.
Remember how I said a long ways back that James was using Adrian’s bow? Practicing and stuff? I remembered that, and told him to go get it, and drop these guys with that. He takes off at a run, and I remain all alone in the woods, near the river, with six zombies scratching at the wall at my feet. Some of them finally look up, and then they go MENTAL. One of them starts gnashing his teeth so hard that I can hear them snapping together, and I even heard a few of them crack and splinter right in his face. Icky.
I can almost feel their fingers gouging into the wood below my feet right now. It was the worst feeling then, and the memory of it now bothers me. I can feel the shuddering of the wood as the bones and nails dig out splinters of wood. Like I said dad, no sleep for me.
As James is coming back, I look over my shoulder at the back of Hall E, and I realize in like, a split second that it makes a lot of sense where these things are scratching. If you drew a straight line from where they were scratching into campus, like as if the wall wasn’t there and they could walk straight…
They’d be scratching right where my bedroom window is. That can’t be a coincidence. No way, no how.
Neither can be what happened when James arrived with the bow. At point blank range, James couldn’t miss the headshots. When he saw how nutty they were being when he returned he was creeped out too, and we had a nice what the hell moment as he started putting arrows in their faces. Sadly, some of his arrows missed the grey matter, so he had to shoot a couple of them twice.
Here’s the straw that broke the camel’s back: As James is dropping the zeds, I’m watching the ones at the end of the line to make sure they don’t do anything like, insane or anything, and there’s this dead girl at the end, and she’s looks an awful lot like me, except she’s all messed up. Well, all messed up except for her eyes, which were all milky, and cancerous, and strange. And I am not kidding one bit, but that chick looked up at me with those messed up eyes, and she lifts her arms up, and slowly taps her watch three times directly at me. One. Two. Three.
My mouth hits the ground, and about two seconds later, as I’m reeling from what I realized I just saw, James slides an arrow into her right eye with the bow, and she tumbles backwards over the embankment, and she lands in the rocks near the edge of the river.
I haven’t told anyone about the scratches or the watch tapping yet. I’m far too frigging paranoid and worried they’ll string me up or burn me at the stake if I do anything like that. I feel like I’ve already pushed my luck with the X Files factor here at school lately, and any more weirdness will be my undoing.
Gilbert… I hope you were wrong. I hope you were very damn wrong.
I’m really wishing Lindsey would figure out how to operate on Adrian’s neck so we can get him at least awake and back with us. I feel like things would be better if he could just sit up and say a few words again. If he could even type his name in this damn diary thing would be improved. But she’s super scared, and afraid she’s going to nick an artery or main vein or whatever and kill him, and we really don’t want that. She’s studying more and more to try and build up the knowledge and courage, but I’m scared. Scared she won’t get there fast enough.
Oh, and adding insult to injury, Blake burst a few of his stitches this morning moving around too much. Moron couldn’t take it slow. He bled all over the place, but will be fine. That’s what he gets for trying to oversee the hard cider manufacture.
Not excited about tomorrow.