Yesterday, late in the afternoon, we
had another small caravan of cars come past. It seems we are not alone in our
theory of winter being the safest time to travel. You combine this with the
plane fly-over last week and you start to think that maybe we are going to
survive this thing after all.
The small caravan slowed down as they
passed us, you could see that they were contemplating and then they drove on. I
will be the first to admit, this place is pretty darn secure and looking at us
from the outside in, we do not look very inviting. There is no welcome mat on
the front porch. Oh yeah and we have de-limbed zombies staked to fence posts in
the gully out front. Yeah, real inviting.
Our supplies are holding out. We are
still doing well. Toilet paper is still in ready supply despite being 282 days
into this walking nightmare. Once that runs out, you know we are really in
trouble. But in all reality, we are set pretty good. We have an abundance of
food and water. Entertainment to keep the mind occupied. And we have a high
enough level of security where you can sleep soundly. In fact, supplies are
still going so well that Janet’s “care packages” are all still intact.
In case you forgot, one of our
deceased members put together care packages of emergency supplies for travelers
that came past. The group was cool with it as long as she used the generic
brands. Travelers get the Always Save and store brands. We get the Cottonelle
with the ridges and aloe mixed in.
Truth be told, if that caravan would
have stopped, I think we would have handed off supplies in exchange for new
information and maybe a little companionship. I cannot lie. I would welcome new
people at this point just so we could have a change of pace and a “recharge”
for the group.
But then the “What ifs?” start
playing up in your mind. I just have to assume that there is some warlord out
there who is taking what he wants through strength of arms. Patton Oswalt had a
really funny bit about that if I remember right. It was about how the biggest
and strongest came to rule in the caveman era.
In this scenario, bullets are the
number one currency because with them, you can pretty much take everything else
that you need. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe the brute force cavemen had their
time when this thing all started and eventually were overrun and consumed.
The next level to survive and outlast
the mighty would be the clever. Those that have brains and could survive that
initial onslaught (like we did) would be the ones to most likely be accepting
the theory that it is us vs. them in this world now. And those people would have to amicable to
trade and friendly relations. After all, teamwork is the only way we survive
this thing…
