Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

December 9th, 2012

Dec 9th, 2012

Dear Journal,

Carrie is alive and well. A bit beat up and moving slowly, but otherwise alright. We made it into another small town today, stocked up a bit, found something that could be very useful to us and saw just about the funniest thing since Jordan got beat down by a vending machine. If the zombies in town were as developed as the last few we all encountered then it wouldn't have been as funny. Thank God for the dumb zombies.

"Carrie. Carrie!" Jordan knelt over her, trying to wake her for about the hundredth time since last night. J.J. stood by, rubbing his head over her face, seeming to understand the need to wake her. She most definitely had a concussion.

We'd carried her yesterday into a clearing, set up the tent I'd found at home the first day and kept vigil over her throughout the night.

We took turns keeping watch while the other slept. Jordan had the idea to set up some of our cans and supplies around the clearing, in stacks, so we'd be alerted if anything came in.

We heard snapping twigs and scurrying feet, little hoots and calls from the animals during the dark hours that sent us nearly out of our skins in fright but the creepy crawlies didn't get to us.

"Jordan, give it a rest." I came into the open tent and dropped down beside him. "We may just have to camp out for a few days, see what's going to happen with Carrie."

"No, it's dangerous in the woods, we learned that yesterday. We need to be moving on."

We argued for a moment, Jordan wanting to rig up a carrier for Carrie and myself trying to point out it would take too long to carry or drag her anywhere.

We were interrupted by a slight gasp and a dry, cracked voice. "What are you arguing over now?"

"Carrie!" We exclaimed in unison.

"You've been out since yesterday afternoon." Jordan informed her.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus." She crackled out.

"Nah, thrown into a tree by a zombie but you'll live." I reached into a bag and passed her a bottle of water and a small bag of crackers.

I took in her appearance as she slowly ate. The left side of her face was torn and bruised. The bleeding there had stopped pretty quickly but there was still dried blood caked in her hair and smeared across her cheek. Her left shoulder was bruised as well, slightly swollen. It popped out of socket yesterday when she was thrown but we put it right while she was still knocked out. It was going to be sore for awhile but better to be sore than completely useless.

I stripped her out of her clothes and placed her in clean ones yesterday after we stopped. I lifted the bottom edge of her shirt now to check on yesterdays injuries. It was a good thing we had so many antibiotic creams and some gauze because her whole left side was shredded. Nothing too deep thankfully but it looked like she was run down a cheese grater.

The wounds were scabbing over already, more bruised than anything. Along with the swelling in her side it seemed like she'd broken a rib or two.

I got the cream and ran some along her side, trying to rub it in gently but withdrawing a sharp intake of breath from Carrie.

"Sorry." I muttered before putting more clean gauze over it.

"Can you walk?" Jordan asked once I had Carrie all cleaned up.

She got to her feet, a bit shaky and hunched to the left but she stood her ground and didn't falter when she attempted a few steps.

"A little slow on your feet but at least we don't have to suffer through carrying you anymore." Jordan joked. Carrie tried to swing at him but her little fist stopped mid air as she let out a pained groan.