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However, this house is actually a bit of a gold mine. The guns were a nice find, but we only found one box of ammo for the shotgun and it wasn’t brand new…only seven shells. For the pair of .30-30s we did a little better. We have twelve rounds each.
    Also, we found a few items of the canned food variety, and some really fancy, high-end camping gear. A bunch of Col-umbia Sportswear coats and shoes that fit Jenifer and me were in a closet upstairs. We found a couple of super nice sub-zero sleeping bags. Basically, it was like winning an REI shopping spree.
    We do have quite a crowd of zombies out front, but out back over the brick fence isn’t too bad. We were gonna leave today, but something Sean said has us waiting for nightfall. Before he was captured, he’d been in the process of gearing up for a trip to Las Vegas.
    He’s heard the broadcast twice, but only at night.
     
    Thursday, November 13
     
    It’s not like we have a timetable or a schedule to keep. We spent the night in shifts with a portable boom-box that Sean found in the laundry room. We went through a drawer full of junk and found batteries that worked. (Like I said, this place is a gold mine.)
    Not a peep. We’ve decided to hang for a couple. Sean wanted to know why we were so anxious to be out amongst those things. I explained that it wasn’t so much that, as the need to not feel caged. He’s only spent a few hours in the back of an armored truck…he’s never been in a cage.
     
    Friday, November 14
     
    Still nothing last night. At least not on the radio. We did hear somebody with a bullhorn or something about an hour before daybreak. After a while, it faded away. None of us could make out what was being said.
    Dom and Jenifer aren’t speaking right now. I’m guessing it has to do with Sean. They are in for a huge disappointment.
    I pulled him up when I had to physically separate the girls. They both clammed up when I tried to question them, so I did the next best thing. I cornered him in one of the upstairs bedrooms and demanded to know if there was anything taking place between him or either of the girls. Bless his heart…he was mortified. Sean had no idea that the girls were arguing over him, and doesn’t really care beyond the group peace and unity aspect.
    Sean is gay.
     
    Sunday, November 16
     
    Still nothing on the radio. We’ve talked it over and have decided that we want to go to the compound.
    I am not very popular right now. When I say that ‘we’ decided, I really should admit that I decided. I told them that the three of them could go to Las Vegas, Los Angeles, or Hell for all I cared. My mind is made up. I am going to the compound that Sam first found shelter when all of this started.
    That is where I plan to have this baby. Then—and here is where I made huge friend-points—I plan on leaving it with somebody. Boo! Hiss! I know. I’m a terrible person. Well, I was NEVER one of those girls who dreamed of settling down and starting a family. NOT to say that it couldn’t happen.
    How do I explain this in a way that doesn’t make me come off like a complete bitch? The world is a wide open place right now. Sure, the rides aren’t running at Disneyland, but there is a world of things to see. Zombies might be a big danger, but you can certainly outwit the things.
    Haven’t you ever been to the Grand Canyon, Mt. Saint Helens, or Yellowstone National Park and taken in the beauty…then wished all the smelly, noisy tourists weren’t there screwing it up? I’ve never been to any of those places. Sure, I’ll have to duck zombies and avoid lunatics, but that is something I can manage. Only, not with a baby under my arm.
    Call me selfish, or any of the other names I heard today, but if I leave that baby at the compound, it will have a much greater chance of survival. I know me. I’d get antsy, and before long, I’d be leaving that place. I can’t bring a baby. And I won’t abort it. Period.
     
    Monday, November 17
     
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