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when they get there? Don, working on a pair of boots. We're the
first living people he's seen since The Fall.

All his other
skills aside, everyone here is super excited to have a cobbler.
Eventually we'll run out of scavenged shoes, and we'll want more
durable footwear. I've always fancied having a pair of knee-high
leather riding boots, myself.

There's always bad news, though,
and Don did bring some of that with him. He did a lot of hunting out
in Henry county, even ranging as far as northern Shelby county. He
swears he's seen large gatherings of New Breed zombies in that area,
possibly hundreds of them. We've begged for the remaining few people
living in Shelbyville, the ladies we rescued from Tennessee, to come
here. Most already had when the tensions with the Exiles were at
their height, but the last few have been stubborn. Don's news has
done what our pleas couldn't, and the remaining holdouts will be
heading here this afternoon.

Then we'll have to deal with
those zombies, assuming they don't catch us ferrying people from
Shelbyville.

Oh, one last bit of news, and then I've got to
get to business: Patrick is going to be a dad. Which is crazy,
because I didn't know he was even seeing anyone. All the time away
and then coming home to so much danger and work, I've kind of gotten
out of the habit of talking with my friends regularly. I'm really
happy for him. This is a dangerous, scary world to bring a child
into, but when has the world been otherwise? A kid couldn't ask for a
better dad than Pat, and no fear of zombies or human enemies should
stop us from continuing the cycle of life.

Hell, those are the
best reasons  for  doing
it. Cheers, brother. If it's a boy, I like Joshua as a name.

Tuesday,
March 13, 2012
Ground
War (Part One)
    Posted
by  Josh
Guess I
went with the caravan yesterday to bring the last handful of people
from Shelbyville back here. It was an all-day affair, and there were
sixty of us. Two reasons for that: because the group of people
(mostly women) who left here to settle in the small fortress left
behind at a shopping center there had stockpiled a lot of goods that
needed transport, and because the group of zombies Don told us about
were a concern.

Given how closely the New Breed in our county
have been watching us, and considering the cleverness of their
attacks, it seemed like a good idea to take as many people as we
could manage. Good thing we did, because things got rough.

We
were on the way back this direction, taking a back road to skirt
US-60, thinking that if we were going to be attacked it would
probably be on the highway we use most often to get between the two
places. That, plus the fact that the ladies from Shelbyville had set
up a few emergency retreats along that back road. My brother had a
hand in that--while the team and I were away, he helped our
neighbors. Dave used to live on the very road we used to avoid the
highway, after all.

For the first few minutes after leaving we
saw no sign of zombies. None of us put our weapons away and assumed
all was well, of course, because we're all a little paranoid and we
aren't idiots. We were only going fifteen, twenty miles an hour to
keep the engine noise from our vehicles as low as possible. If the
New Breed swarm really wasn't watching us, we didn't want to give
them any more reason to notice us than we could help.

Turns
out, we couldn't help it.

Halfway down Dave's old road, we'd
passed two of the three emergency shelters he and the ladies had set
up. We were about half a mile from the last one, and after that it
would have been damned hard to turn around and get to it. Call it a
point of no return.

Luckily, our lookouts had a nice dollop of
fear working through their veins yesterday, and two of them caught
sight of zombies from their perches atop our trucks at almost the
same time. Two knocks on the roof--our signal for 'look right' or
'enemy to the right' was all the warning we needed. The caravan sped
up, heading toward the