Compared to October, November was a
bit of a breeze. The loss of Fred still stings from time to time and it strange
how the little things will just remind me of him.
I would have to say that life here in
the store is still pretty good. We tried to hang on to a semblance of normalcy
by observing the end of Daylight Savings Time.
But the days have grown shorter and the weather is still getting
colder.
We have taken great strides to keep
ourselves busy by doing things like running the top decks. We work really hard
to keep the store kept up and clean. Food supplies are still quite high. We are
not hurting for anything when it comes to food and drinks, so that is a pretty
cool thing. However… (You could just feel that juxtaposition coming on couldn’t
you?)
What we discovered outside might be
the single biggest threat to us and any survivor that is out there right now.
That is the shambling horde. For whatever reason, zombies seem to cluster
together and move about as a group. Needless to say, seeing something like this
is a pretty big hit to the morale.
Once seeing that horde, it pretty
much cemented us here in the story. Trying to reclaim even a small town like
Langley would be almost impossible because of the massive space between
buildings. I would be very afraid of being barricaded in a home as opposed to a
large, industrial building like Reason’s. So life is still anything but normal.
We did lose Sharon but when a person
leaves the store on their own accord as opposed to having someone torn to
pieces or burned out from the fever, it is much less traumatic. They are missed
but it is not as depressing.
And speaking of which, yeah, the
depression thing still kind of looms large with me. Again, I am not incredibly
concerned about this because I think depression in a scenario like this is more
than normal. Still, I also had some long contemplation about my loss of human
contact. Maybe that has something to do with it.
I
am going to stick with my theory that we have to treat it like the alcoholics…
One day at a time.
