Todd here again. Just a reminder that we are at the high school. Some of our guys managed to rescue the people from Staples and they brought us some gear with power. I've managed to get a satellite connection, so I'll be checking a couple times a day until the power runs out and as long as I can find a signal. Not much else to do. I'm on door watch duty again. Sucks having no power, this room is dark and we are low on candles.
We were up on the roof learning how to shoot. I saw my old history teacher, Mrs. Black. She was undead like the rest of them. I couldn't bring myself to shoot her. Josh on the other hand seemed to relish firing into the crowd of former teachers and students. Something is not quite right with him. I don't think the others notice. The cop, Officer Stan, has been sticking pretty close to us since they armed us. I'm not sure I feel safer with a gun, the friggin' zombies are relentless. When I have to I am running every time.
If you come to the school there is a big dump truck here now. Came with a couple of survivors. One guy is authentic backwoods for sure. I don't like the way the other guy looks at me. But they seem tough. You have to be tough these days, tough or dead.
Anyway, head for the truck, loading bay is behind it. Knock on the door and one of us will answer.
Todd
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