This is Day 5 of our time barricaded
inside the Reason’s grocery store. If this is going to be a record for history,
then history needs to know about the wonderful people that survived this
horrible event and, truth be told, they are some wonderful people. So if I am
going to tell you about the survivors, who better to start with than me?
Unfortunately… I don’t really know where to begin.
Normally, I am my favorite subject.
;-P
I was born in 1974 so at the time of
this writing, I am thirty-eight years old. During Zero Hour, I was working in
the Produce Department at Reason’s. This was actually my old job back in high
school and the plan was for me to work here while my then wife went back to
school to get her RN license. We could really use her medical training right
now. Don’t get me wrong, Kasondra is great. The army has trained her well but I
kind of get the impression her medical training is more about patching holes
and keeping soldiers alive. And Kim and Jennifer know which medicines are for
which ailments. Still, a bona fide nurse would be a tremendous addition to our
ragtag team… But I am not discussing that. It is a door best left shut.
So, back to me. I guess you can
consider me a writer. I tended to do a lot of articles for the Reason’s newsletter
for Langley
My dad is currently stationed in
Europe and I have no idea if he is even alive or how to contact him. My mom
passed away from cancer in 2005 so part of me is rather happy she has not had
to experience this hellscape. My sister is down in Oklahoma City
Man, I keep veering off the subject. I
guess I am a little scatterbrained right now. The zombie apocalypse does tend
to do that to you. My plan is to profile other people in our group later. I
think I am going to make it a regular Friday thing. I hope you got some insight
into who I am. I guess I am the sideline reporter letting you know how things
are as we watch the world crumble around us. I feel like that dwarf in the
mines of Moria that wrote about the drums, the drums in the deep. I just hope
that the last thing I don’t type out here is, “They are coming.”
But right now, you’re probably more
worried about the shambling horrors shuffling outside your door that the people
that trapped in here with me.
This is a work in progress. Sue me. It
is not going to be flawless. I am sure you will learn more about me as the blog
rolls on. So let’s focus on the threat outside for now…
