Early this morning, a crew took some
of the smaller, more fuel-efficient vehicles to Muskogee. For a distance
reference, it goes Langley, Adair, Pryor, Chouteau, Wagoner, Muskogee. It is
not a terrible drive. Mostly a straight south shot down Highway 69. The goal
was to target the Army Reserves base that is located there, maybe to get some
intel on where would be the best place to lead the caravan. (We still think
Oklahoma City is our best shot.) Unfortunately, the base was long abandoned.
I am a little unnerved about the
Reserves base being cleaned out but Hunter was talking about how their crew was
running pretty quiet. For all we know, there could be contingents of survivors
barricaded inside their grocery stores and Walmarts and we would not know
unless we started poking around. But the last time we did that, we lost Luke.
So I understand their reluctance to not go parading through the streets
shouting on bullhorns.
The crew reported a fairly large
contingent of dead shuffling about but it was nothing they couldn’t outpace.
Slow and steady is the pace you want to go. If you can manage that speed, I
think you could even outpace them on a bike. The crew did mention a certain
sluggishness to their gait. Maybe they are starting to reach critical mass with
the whole body rot factor.
But Eric was pretty vivid in his
descriptions. When blood is in the air or you get on their radar, it is like
they kick off “sleep mode” and ratchet up to a 9 or 10 really fast. So
precaution when out in the open is still of the highest order.
Cranked up to a 9 or 10, these things
could easily make their way through a windshield. I will feel much more
comfortable in the buses. Next week is going to be the true test. I would be
lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it. I am just hoping we find what
we are looking for…
