Secret's Dead.

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As a child I had always wanted a life where I could lead people to safety. A life where I was in charge. A life where everyone looked to me for answers. Where I was on to look up to.

Not everyone gets what they want. But I sure as hell did.

"Marco, Angel, we need you to set up camp over in the north. We might have to search for better shelter. That herd that came through, killed 2 people. We cannot lose anyone else. 

"Got it, Chief." 

I have always wanted to run my own sanctuary, now I am. Sort of.

"Blaine, we don't have enough ammo, we're going to have to go on a run. Maybe take like 3 people, plus you and I." Makai, my head soldier also my husband says. I like to use army terms, because why not?

"So 5 people to go on a run when all we have is 8? Ok." I agree. "But using fire weapons cause more to attract and that's too many to leave anyway. We need to use a stealthier weapon. We need more bats, machete's, swords. We basically need to walk into a war bunker, and a star wars fan house. Till then use what you can." I side off. 

Makai and I have been married for 3 months before the outbreak. Then shit hit the fan. It's been 2 years since then. We haven't seen any mutations since, so that means nothing bigger than the living dead to kill us. 

I'm Blaine Rochelle Rodriquez Harper. And I run a camp full of, over 50 people. We camp at three places. We have 7 children. Meaning we HAVE to have a permanent camp. Otherwise we'll always have to worry for them. Knowing I got 10 soldiers guarding them, I know they're safe. 

We have a stock of food, a whole entire house of food. This house is filled head to toe, with food. We have a stock of weapons in that houses basement. And we have our home. A hospital.  It took out 4 soldiers but their life was worth the risk, and I am forever grateful. The children are safe there. Along with the soldiers.

We have a police station next to that, it's the place where Makai, Angel, Marco, and all the other councils have meetings. Yes we actually have every single place we go to fenced and secure. We have booby straps galore. Nothing we own, is at risk of being destroyed. Walkers have no chance against our people. We're called; Survivors. 

It means, we're the nerds that got bullied throughout our lives. And guess who's dead. Not the nerds.

We have 9 doctors, both vets and human doctors. We contain 8 techs. We hold of 18 animals. A panther, a jaguar, and 16 dogs. All trained to shut the fuck up once they see a walker. They are all trained like regular animals, but they are trained especially for runs. To make sure they dont get hurt, we created patted armor. Head to tail armor. We're still working on armor for us, because we need to find certain technology. The kind the army base's would hold.

And now.... We have created this sort of cure. It's not been used on humans, because we haven't been to an animal control building. We have. But none of them held what they should, a tomahawk. What it does is grab the animal by the neck and hold at a distance. It's a pole, that has this wired neck at the top, it grips the animal and you can hold it at the very bottom. And move the animal however needed. 

What this will do for us, is capture a fresh walker, so we can use the 'cure' as needed. We believe that it won't work on older walkers. One that have been 'alive' since the outbreak.