Oklahoma never really has deep, deep
Minnesota winters. I never understood the panic in people and how they would
flock to the grocery store at the first sign of snow. It never sticks around
for more than a few days. But still, we are seeing an increase in the
temperatures already. It is still cold as all get out, especially at night.
However, during the day when the sun is out and shinning, the temperatures are
easily getting above freezing. In short, we are starting to thaw out. And if we
are thawing out, it means the zombies are thawing out too.
We have started to feel a distinct
presence looming about, as if numbers are lurking about now, just over the
horizon. Perhaps it could be a migratory pattern but we get the impression that
as we are thawing out, Langley is not quite as empty as it was before we
battened down the hatches for the winter. Time will tell.
However, yesterday, there was a
shamble of zoms milling around out back. It wasn’t so many that we couldn’t
handle them but it was also too many to just leave them outside your back door.
Keeping with the theory of conserving ammunition and not revealing out position
with loud gun shots, we had a kill crew go out to put them down along with
cover fire from the roof (if necessary).
I would like to equate our success
with the fact that we are getting better at putting these things down but no
one had to resort to pulling firearms. Not a single shot needed to come from
the roof.
I’ve never worried about being
squeamish on here before sooo… When a baseball connected with one of the zom’s
skulls, this thing imploded like an overripe cantaloupe. I would say a normal
human skull might recoil and bounce around from a strike. It was like this
thing was rotting at an accelerated rate from the inside out and when Luke made
contact… Boom, blood and snot central.
And it wasn’t just that one. Maybe
they were not all the way thawed out yet. Maybe their circuits were scrambled
from the freezing temperatures. But they moved with a certain sluggishness. I
don’t want to overstate things here but we put them down easy despite how
aggressively they came at us. They walked right into it.
So, as we were disposing of the bodies
in The Pit, I took a closer look at some of their physiology. Something seems
strange. One zom had some exposed bones. We were taking all the necessary
precautions, wearing the surgical gloves and the chainmail gloves from the Meat
Department. The fluids that was in this thing’s body seemed to be more along
the lines of molasses than blood and the bones looked like they were covered in
pockmarks and seemed more porous than normal.
Alex and I have come across cow bones
when out in the back pasture before and those things could have been shaved
down or turned into some pretty lethal melee weapons. The bones from these zoms
are brittle. It feels like you could snap them over your knees if you wanted
to.
Does this strengthen our theory that
we just have to outlast these things?
