September 3rd, 2013
Journal,
We've been stuck in Vicksburg for days now. We got maybe another fifty miles north of Fayette when we decided to search the city nearby. It was much larger than Fayette and just as deserted, so it seemed, upon first glance. Hoping to find more dried foods and warm clothes for winter, we gladly hurried into the city.
It must have been lovely in the days of the living. Historical buildings and beautiful homes lined the streets and we were excited to find the secrets they held. One in particular caught our eye and we decided to give up the rest of the day full of walking to rest in the lavish, multi level home. The green sign outside read 'Balfour House' the inside was a plethora of historical treasures.
The floors of the entryway were checkered wood and there was a massive spiral staircase leading to the many rooms on the top floor. We were ecstatic at finding such a grand home to stay in for the night. Our biggest mistake was deciding to stay in the first place...
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Three days we've been holed up in here and the beauty of the place is dull in comparison to the terror of the massive horde outside.
We lingered longer than intended after the first night here, sad to leave it behind. Not bothering to check the windows as we hadn't seen a soul, alive or dead since we arrived, we packed our belongings and I was first out the front door. The sight that greeted me was horrific. A horde bigger than any I'd seen was cutting through the streets nearby, nothing but a dark wave of death, farther than the eye could see. I cursed under my breath and rushed back inside, pushing the others back before they crossed the threshold.
"Everyone, stay quiet. I don't think they saw me." I whispered.
Bre looked out the window and gasped. "There are too many of them. What are we going to do?"
"Push as much furniture as quietly as we can in front of all the windows and doors, hope they don't hear us, then lay low for a while." I said. "That's about all we CAN do. As long as everyone stays quiet and calm, we should be ok."
Horde after horde came though. It seemed that for every group clearing out, another wasn't far behind.
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A full day passed after our initial surprise on September 1st. On the 2nd we noticed a group of the passing hordes had stayed behind, they were now stationed outside the house. Did they catch our scent? Hear us in here? Or was it just pure dumb luck that had them congregate so close? I doubt that. All I know for sure is that there are at least a hundred, right outside our door with steadily more coming in when they hear the cries of their brethren.
We discussed making a run for it but there's no way that will happen. There are only five of us, one not even old enough to use a weapon, let alone run quickly from a horde. The ammo is so low, our melee weapons so unreliable, we just have to stick it out. They've begun banging on the windows and doors, groaning, screaming, letting out the throaty cries of death. I'd already heard a few crashes, I'm sure the force of so many bodies throwing themselves at our walls knocked some of the barricades down.
We won't be able to stay cooped up on the top floor much longer, not with the majority of our food all packed in the kitchen and so many zombies closing in. We thought we would only be up here for the night so we left our supplies downstairs, ready to go at a moments notice. It's now our third day up here and nobody wants to venture downstairs in case they smell us or see movement behind our haphazard barricade job.
