I don't know for how long I had been running from the ravens, but I think I lost them. I haven't seen or heard any undead since I entered the city, so I've been able to search for the enclave in peace. Looking for this place was getting frustating at this point, as all I found were buildings that have been abandoned since the start of the outbreak and likely have been looted dry in the first few months. I start doubting if this place even excists when I see a building unlike the others in the city. You see this one clearly had lights coming from the windows and they weren't just dim candle lights no, this place had power. I get so exited I throw caution to the wind and just sprint at the building screaming: 'Helloooo? Anyone still here?' I get closer to the gate, wich has at least been reinforced by man so that's a good sign. What isn't a good sign is that no one has responded to my yelling yet. All I hear is chirping, coming from... behind me. I quickly turn around and see half a dozen ravens creeping towards me. My back is now against the enclave wall and the beasts are spread out in a way that there's no where for me to run. I pull out my pistol and am ready to defend myself. However, I might not be able to do this alone...

Although they acted nice, I just felt like the inhabitants of the previous enlave weren't to be trusted. Something wasn't right to me I had to leave that place. I've been headed to the east ever since They mentioned another enclave at the previous one I was at. A safer one with large thick walls and a surplus of supplies coming in through trade. I’ve been walking directly eastward for about a week now, it shouldn’t be that far. It’s hard to tell since I have tried to stay away from roads. Robbers can be more of a hassle than the undead anyways and i've got everything I need for the journey on me anyway. It's getting dark, but I don't want to in some random spot here in the forest, just out in the open. If I keep moving quietly like I am doing now I should be fine... right?

My legs are so tired from walking around all day I need a place to rest. Somewhere I can spend the night without anyone or anything bothering me, somewhere secure, somewhere like... that cabin over there. I quietly walk around the house to see what my best way of entree is. I decide to enter via one of the back window as the front door doesn't seem safe to me. I luckily manage to open one of the windows without making to much noise, now lets see what this place is all about. I turn my flashlight back on and see if there's anything usefull in the cabin and if I could safely stay here for the rest of the night.

I've looked in every room of ground floor of the cabin but there doesn't seem to be anything interesting so I decide to head upstairs. The stairs lead to a little hall type of room with to doors heading to what I assume would be a bed and a bathroom. But what cathes my attention in this hall is the ladder that seems to lead to the attic, and more importantly the sound coming from the attic. The constant zooming could of course just be some flies, but if there's a swarm up there I have to take it out. I pull out my tomahawk and slowly climb up the ladder, Me head reaches the top of the ladder and i'm able to look around the attic. It is filled with boxes and junk, but possibly worth while if I have a closer look. What's more important however is the source of the noise, wich is not hard to find. Right in the center of the room a swarm is just standing there with its back turned to me, I doesn't seem to know i'm here yet. I climb up so i'm now standig in the attic instead of on the ladder, but in doing so the floor creaks. The swarm slowly turns around and begins walking towards me, it seems to be investigating the noise I made but I don't think it knows I'm here. I keep quiet and try to sidestep out of its path. The floor creaks again and the creature screams loudly and jumps at me wresling me down to the ground. I manage to sweep it and get on top of the creature and I hack into its head with my tomahawk untill it stops moving. I'm only able to rest for a second or two as I hear loud screeching in the distance. I get back on the ladder and leave the attic, I then proceed to run straight into the bedroom and look out its window. I can clearly hear the screeching is coming from the woods I came from. I jump out the window and start sprinting eastward. Lets hope that enclave isn’t too far from here.

I start to approach the enclave but step back when things feel silent. I have a reflector on my bag, any chance you can see me? I'll linger around for a while.

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Captain Ania Volkov stumbles up the dusty, broken, old California road, struggling under the weight of her handmade armor, which over the last couple days, had become a little more beaten than usual, from fending off zombie attacks and the like all by her lonesome.

It was time like this when she remembered her days in the Army, when she commanded a platoon of tanks over in the sandbox. She, and all the other soldiers with her, could never get enough of bitching about how shitty a tanker's life was. Too hot, too cramped, too dangerous. Nowadays, she'd give anything to be back dodging IEDS and rockets in her safe, armored shell.

Now she wore what was left of her vehicle on her back.

She pulls out her canteen from its pocket on her IOTV, positions it over her mouth and taps it to see if she can draw out its last few drops of water.

No luck. It's bone dry.

"Well there goes my life," she muttered, knowing that finding any more pure water out here in the wastes would be nigh impossible.

She draws her last MRE from her assault pack and sighs.

"And I won't even have a hot fucking meal before I die," she says as she winds up to throw the life saving object, now useless without water to activate the chemical heater.

But before she can complete her throw, she sees something in the distance, a ramshackle wall with a gate that didn't look like an old pre collapse relic. A settlement maybe, a mirage most likely.

She debates running towards it, or lying down and dying.

She shrugs.

"Fuck it," she mutters.

She'd survived this long. Dying just wasn't in her nature.

She approaches the gate, her M4 in ready position.

'I have what? Fifteen rounds left?' She thought 'if this goes south I'm royally fucked.'

"Hello!" She calls to the firing post near the gate. "Anyone home?"

Former Triad member of the 18k branch in Cali, Toshiro Wei was scavenging in a remote area where there was little activity of any undead creatures roaming about.

The young man found himself wide eyed as he saw something glimmering from a shelf as he reached out and took it, a bottle of scotch.

"Lucky me" he said it with a grin, while keeping his hand clutched to his handgun.

The young man had seen what those creatures had done to his brethren killing each of them like it was nothing as Toshiro barely got away as he saw so much that would break any man, yet he seemed to adapt to the situation he was in.

He got anything worth scrap in the store then decided to move on.

Is anyone available to help out with the creation of the zombie sedative? If you are, come to the labs, this will be way quicker if I have help.

For a while, I've been trying to put back together the formula for the zombie sedative we were producing back at the science enclave I came from. I've got the recipe now, and we can start producing it if we have somewhere to mix materials. The materials are also fairly simple, we should be able to get them from any science enclave.

Emma walks out of her medical center, blinking at the bright lights in the main room. Looking around, she spots the nearest person.

"I'm finally healed from that fall off the roof during Knight's Moon. What did I miss?"

((One unexpected hiatus later, I'm baaaaack!))

I left on Friday afternoon and was hoping to get to a enclave to sleep in for the night. I alternate walking and running every five min. The minutes stretch into hours and my brain starts to numb to my surroundings.

As i'm running along I round a bend in the trail I run into a group of three ravens. While I try to pull out my shotgun the lead one squawks and swipes at me cutting my face with his long nails. I gut him with my bayonet. The other two advance and one lunges towards me. I shoot him and knock the one on the right back with the stock of my gun. Before shooting him as well.

As i'm checking to make sure the first one is dead I hear another screech like the one the first raven made. I look behind me and see a swarm of about 25 bearing down on me. Knowing I couldn't fight them all I bolt down the trail. I see the in the fences and barricades that mark the land belonging to the Kush enclave. I run along the barricade and spot and entrance with two guards manning the gate. As i run up the guard yells,

"whats happened to make you so red in the face?"

"Ravens following me" I pant back to him.

"Get inside."

After I join him up on the make-shift guard stand I see the mob of ravens crest a hill and charge towards the gate. One guard rings a bell and I see people running towards the gate with guns and other weapons. We kill about three before they hit and break through the gate with sheer force. They attack the people near-bye while we shoot them from the tower.

When i run out of shells i jump down to help a local who is fighting two at once. I swing my bayonet into ones skull. But before it goes down it bites me on the side of my left hand. The local finishes the last one and sees me standing in shock looking at my hand. Without hesitation she grabs a knife from her belt and chops off my entire pinky all the way down to the wrist. After seeing this i black out.

I wake up in a medical tent. I look down and see the left part of my hand and my chest are cleanly bandaged. I walk out of tent and right into the doctor of Kush who says, "good, your up, hows the hand."

"Okay" i respond.

"Good, now what were you thinking traveling the Shytown trail on you own"

"I was off to the old shopping center to look for electronic parts"

"well I just might have some"

"What would you want for them?" i ask.

"I'll make you a deal, if you help fix the electronic part of the gate you can have whats left over, just go to the supply house over there and tell Brock you need the electrical parts box."

I walk over and tell Brock "i need the electrical supply box to fix the gate."

He hand me a cardboard box filled with wire and solder and heat-shrink and various other parts.

I spend all night and part of the next day rewiring the garage motor the have to open the gate.

I load up what I need back into my pack and return the rest.

I see a couple teens hopping in a pickup. I ask where there going and they point in the direction of Black Rose.

They let me tag along and drop me off at the parking deck where the drop me off.

I go back inside the mall careful to avoid the cheese wiz traps on my way.

A couple days ago I set off with Fitch towards Fresno to trade these zombies in. Well, my truck overheats and we have to walk. We don't have enough time to walk back here before nightfall, so we take a risk and go forward. A couple of zombies cross paths with us, but we shoot them down. After a couple hours, we find a harvester enclave, but they insist on confiscating our weapons.

They put us to work as janitors, and we spend all of the next day cleaning shit - literal shit, among other things. This isn't so bad, though, because we get to learn our way around the enclave. As we work, we try to think of a plan to get back to Black Rose, but we aren't sure how we could escape this enclave with a vehicle, or make it back to Black Rose without a vehicle.

The next morning at the crack of dawn, a couple of guys wake us up. "Follow us." They lead us outside and one ties our wrists while the other points a gun at us. They make us get in the back of a truck, and they take off.

We're kind of confused, but it's obvious that this can't be good. After a few minutes, I faintly hear the driver say something about Falling Sands and radio to someone, "We got two more for ya. On our way now." Fitch looks at me, looks at the ground, and I nod. The passenger guy has fallen asleep, so we make sure the driver is looking ahead, and as the truck turns on a curve in the road, we flop out the back of the truck and into a ditch.

"Ah shit!" I clench my teeth. My ribs aren't fully healed from the Shat attack, and I think I just broke them again. "At least my leg isn't any worse. How're you doing?"

"Ohhh... not good. My shoulder is out of place." Fitch says.

I stop and listen. The truck keeps driving, but sooner or later they're going to come back this way. I get up. "We need to find a way to free our hands, or we'll be fucked, and I can't get your shoulder back in place. Do you have anything on you?"

"Yeah, I got this lighter."

"Oh man. This is going to be fun," I say as Fitch hands me the lighter. I manage to get a flame going long enough to light the string on fire. I pull and finally the string burns through, I get some nasty burns on my wrists, and I free my hands. I help Fitch up and untie his wrists, then attempt to get his shoulder back in place.

"OW!"

"You good?"

"I, uh... I can move my arm now, but it still hurts like fuck, and it feels like it's grinding. Hey, what's that?" He says, bending down. "Oh nice! Looks like a flare gun snagged onto us when we jumped out."

"We could try to signal for help?"

"Nah, too risky. That could lead those guys back to us, or maybe even attract some zombies."

"Okay, so we keep the flare gun, and if we encounter any zombies, we might be able to distract them if we shoot it at them long enough for us to run away."

"Sounds good," Fitch replies.

We walk over a hill by the road to follow the road at a distance, and decide to head in the direction of the truck, since there's virtually nothing in between here and Black Rose except several hours of walking and one not-so-friendly harvester enclave.

It's not long until we hear an engine in the distance.

"I have an idea," I say. "Follow me and stay low."

We lay down on top of the hill and wait for the truck to pass. Right after it does, I shoot the flare gun ahead of the truck. The truck slows down, and while they're distracted, we sneak up behind and quietly lay down in the back of the truck. I guess they aren't very smart or don't know about the flare gun, because they keep on driving without even glancing behind them.

We end up back at the harvester enclave, where the drivers get out and we still somehow manage not to get noticed. We climb out.

"Hey, remember when we swept out the prison yesterday?" Fitch asks.

"Yeah?"

"I have a plan."

I follow him through the enclave toward the prison, trying to remain stealthy, but no one seems to pay any attention to us anyway. The prison building only has two guards, one at the front door and one at the side, and they're watching the prisoners inside, so we easily come up behind and knock them out at the same time. We take their guns and keys. I go towards the safe and try different keys as Fitch whispers to the prisoners. Finally, I get the safe open and after some digging, we're reunited with my pistol and Fitch's shotgun, sword, and revolvers.

"What's the plan?" I ask.

"We let the prisoners out, give them the rest of these guns and let all hell break loose, and they will try to get the main gate open." Fitch smiles.

Chaos ensues as the prisoners storm out of the prison. When we leave, I spot my truck in a shop.

"Hey! Is that my truck?"

"Wait - " Fitch starts, but it's too late. I make a beeline for it, not realizing there's a mechanic in there. We catch each other by surprise, and as I'm reaching for my gun, he shoots me in the arm. His gun clicks as he tries to shoot again. He realizes he's out of ammo and outnumbered, so he runs off. I find a rag and Fitch ties it around my arm.

Surprisingly, my truck starts up and seems to be working fine. I see the gate opening and we get the hell out of there and drive back to Black Rose.

When we get there, we hear faint yelling, shooting, and laughing from the northeast of the mall.

"That doesn't sound good." I say as we pull into the parking garage.

So uhh, yeah, that's how we got back here and, you know, messed everything up. Stan ((u/zombieauthor)), I think we should put two or three people on watch for a week or two to make sure no one comes after us, since they know we came from this general area. I'll volunteer, and I think Fitch will too, since this is our fault. Everyone be cautious of newcomers and ask where they're from. Also, I have a few broken ribs that hurt when I breathe and some burns on my wrists, and Fitch has a messed up shoulder. If someone can treat these, I'll give you some Cheez Whiz.

Those clown people might be from the enclave we visited. I don't know if they even know where we came from, or maybe they followed us back, or maybe this is just a coincidence. All I know is I'm not in any shape to fight today.

"BLACK ROSE, COME IN. THIS IS MARK! Reporting active shooters northeast of the mall! Be advised, hostile gunmen in the vicinity of the enclave! Spread the word!"

Markus turned to the dying man on the passenger seat beside him. His unconscious body was riddled with bullets, blood splurting from the wounds. A scavenger, probably from the enclave, Markus had stumbled upon the desperately wounded man by chance while picking through the area for building materials. He had been attacked, him and three others by the sound of it.

My cousin, they got her...they shot Tim and Pete... were his last words before he fainted in Mark's arms. Markus barely had time to apply first aid before the sound of disturbing laughter and a roaring engine spooked him.

He got the wounded man inside his truck and drove away just in time before a menacing pickup truck painted in red and yellow screeched around the corner. Gunshots ringed behind him as he pulled away.

He radioed base again.

#####"This is Markus to Black Rose. Be advised, shooters are driving around in a red and yellow painted pickup. They followed me for a bit, but i think I lost them or they gave up. I'm coming in hot! I got one critically injured in need of medical attention. Get a doctor out in the parking garage!"

Markus screeched into the parking garage where the enclave vehicles were kept. He drove up to the entrance, kicked open his door and went to check on his passenger. The slumped body had no pulse.

Sh-t...

"I need some help here!" he yelled out.

[RP event, anyone is free to join.]

Been tinkering and need solder and heat shrink amoung other things. Will be gone for a few days. ((Gone on vacation without laptop and will type story when i get home on sunday))

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##July-August Catalog

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####Powder and Primers

1. Vulf's Black Powder - Grade C (Common) Propellant - Loose black powder propellant made from recrystallized potassium nitrate and local coniferous charcoal. Well-suited for muzzleloaders and reloads for manual or legacy small-arms actions (revolvers/pump/single-shot etc.). Available in priming/pistol-rifle/shotgun granulations. Sold in 1 lb containers.

2. Vulf's Discount Armory Powder - Grade A (Awful) Propellant - Dirty experimental propellant batch, available at discount. A coarse sulfurless black powder with soda chlorate additive. Warning! Corrosive and vulnerable to moisture. Limited shelf-life. Not recommended for flintlock or wheel-lock actions. Can be used for shotgun reloads or as a low-explosive filler. Purchase and use at your own risk! Sold in 2 lb bags.

3. Vulf's Musket Caps - Chlorate-based percussion caps pressed from sheet aluminum. Fitted for #10 or #11 cap nipples.

4. CS 209 Primers - Standard shotgun primer, pressed from sheet aluminum. Chlorate-based/corrosive.

####Shotgun Ammo

1. 12 Gauge BP (Blackpowder) Lead Slug Shotshells - Reloaded shotshells. 1 oz Foster-style casted lead slug with 80 grains of black powder. Fits 2-3/4" and up. ~1050 fps.

2. 12 Gauge BP "Penetrator" Shotshells - An experimental shotshell round I developed in light of the recent Shat incursion. Shat exoskeleton plates have been known to stop most common shotgun and handgun rounds. The Penetrator is meant to give the common 12 gauge shotgun a nominal capacity to hit and punch through the armor of a Shat. It consists of a 0.375" diameter hardened tool steel penetrator encased in a paper sabot, backed by 100 grains of black powder. From my tests on a dead specimen sample, the Penetrator would penetrate clear through half-an-inch of exoskeleton at up to 25 yards. No data on effectiveness against a live Shat. This round would not cycle properly in a pump or magazine action due to the extended length of the projectile, so load into chamber directly.

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###Explosives

1. Fused Pipe Bomb, Grade B (Basic) - 100 grams of black powder filler in 1" iron pipe body. Waxed paper fuse with a 10 to 12 second delay. Keep dry.

2. Percussion Pipe Bomb, Grade B - Similar to the fused, but fitted with a weather-resistant percussion primed fuse. Hit primer cap end onto hard surface to initiate the internal 6 - 8 second fuse. Primer screw end is removal for safe storage and transport.

3. Waxed Paper Fuses - Twisted paper fuse rolled with slow match compound. Dipped in parrafin wax for weather-proofing. Burn rate of 2-3 sec per inch. Sold in 12"/24" lengths.

###Firearms

COMING SOON

###Special Items

1. Anti-Shat Torpedoes Mk.I - Experimental heavy munition for use against Shats. These "torpedoes" are designed to penetrate a Shat's armor and detonate a small explosive charge inside the target, hopefully causing massive internal damage. The torpedo consist of a finned 5/8" wide by 10" long steel projectile with 45 grams of blasting black powder filling. A machined hardened steel nose is fitted at the front with an impact delayed fuse, which detonates a short time after target entry. The torpedoes are meant to be fired from a launcher constructed from a trailer axle tube. Fired with a 250 grain powder charge, these torpedoes have been tested to accurately hit and reliably penetrate a Shat exoskeleton at 50 yards minimum. Each torpedo comes assembled with the three-vaned torpedo projectile, a lathed wood sabot (to fit a 1.37" bore launcher), a screw-on fused nose cap (remove for storage and transport), and a 250 grain powder charge for loading. Due to the complexity of this item, prices are at a premium. Bring a big wallet.

2. Shat Torpedo Launcher (Mk.I) - The launcher is a large-caliber, smoothbore muzzleloader constructed from a common 2,000 lb straight-tube trailer axle cut to a 24"-36" barrel length and welded with a fixed breech. The launcher is fitted with a pistol grip and springed shoulder pad for shoulder-firing, and fitted with a sturdy mounting hook for bracing over the top of walls and posts. A side-mounted 209 primer caplock initiates firing with a pull of the pistol grip trigger. 50 yds/25 yds increment ladder sight comes standard. The recoil with a 250 grain charge is quite excessive (nearly twice that of a .50 BMG), so it's highly advised that the weapon be braced or rested on something before firing. To acquire a launcher at a discount, you can bring in a trailer axle and I would have it converted into a launcher with a barrel length cut to your preference. Be sure your axle are round tubed with a outer diameter of 1.75", and relatively free of defects. The minimum recommended barrel length is 24" for optimal penetration. A shorter barrel makes for a more compact weapon, at the expense of range and accuracy. Launchers typically weight between 35 to 40 pounds empty. Not for handling unmounted by small-framed individuals. Some effectiveness against unarmored vehicles (will penetrate car door at 75 yards with a 32" barrel).

No. I really didn't learn to love it. I've been having a shit time. But the good news is I should be done with this edit in the next day or so AND sending it off for another round of copyediting which won't be done until MAYBE september.

So I should be back around more for hijinx next week.

I could only fit 5 of these Cheez Goo encased zombies in my truck, so I'll have to make a couple trips.

Wish me luck.

"I have farming supplies back at my billboard but i would need a pickup to go get them, i was thinking we could grow potatoes on the roof."

(A dusty Markus emerged from his Armory with a written notice in his hand, which he posted on the community bulletin over the last one)

Apologies for the delay with our usual weekly report. I've had my hands full with repairs around the enclave and my own projects at the Armory. Here's the word on events in the last two weeks.

• As most of you know, we were hit by a Shat earlier this month. Fortunately, no one was killed, but the Mayor wants us to be vigilant as always. Please report any suspicious activity to the guard captain on-duty or mayor's office.

• A portion of the roof over the food court collapsed shortly after the Shat incursion. The hole has now been repaired and reinforced, but due to the age of the mall structure, I ask that citizens be cautious of any structural issues they find elsewhere in the Enclave. Please report these to either the Mayor or I.

• New arrivals. Please welcome Kris ( /u/AngelsAndAarakocra ), formerly of a science enclave. Also, there is a toilet paper trader by the name of Billy ( /u/Mattacus27 ) in town.

• Visitors have been reporting sightings of strange folks dressed as clowns milling about the area. They appeared to be heavily armed; no word yet whether they're friendly or hostile. Coulrophobes be advised.

Feel free to post your own private announcements, classifieds or adverts on this bulletin board.

Corporal Riggs of the United States National Guard staggered towards the small figures on the horizon, clutching his Rifle in one hand, and his first aid kit in the other. His base had been decimated, and he barely escaped with his life. "Please anyone help!" He yelled out

  Billy hears a movement and he feels it deep inside of chest. Like something evil is deep inside him trying to escape.He knows he can't ignore it for much longer. He knows he should have told the others about this, but he has to focus on whats at hand. He has to focus on the "movement"... the bowel movement! 
  He rushes to where he left his stash of tp and laxitives. He grabs a roll of charman ultra soft and makes his way to the nearest restroom and sits down on the porcilin seat and makes his "movement."

A man with a hiking backpack walk in the front of the mall and yells "who wants tolet paper".

Finally got that hole above the food court patched over. A good thing, as I swear squirrels or something have been coming in down from it to nibble on my bean plants...

And Mayor, if you're wondering about the structural soundness of the repair; I welded a small I-beam between the supports, relaid the hole with corrugated steel and two layers of plywood, plus a fireproof fiber board, before pouring over it all with a hot bucket of the tar you got me. The spot ought to be as good, if not better than, the rest of the roof over this old mall.

Oh, I also took the liberty of adding a vent on the repaired spot for ventilating the farm. Might as well. Lack of fresh airflow with growing plants tends to promote mold and whatnot. If you're worry about anything strange getting it, I welded a sewer grate over the vent opening.

a slim, male figure can be seen limping weakly towards the enclave muttering to himself "Det er bedre å være herlig luftkondisjonering her inne ..."

I'm not entirely sure what happened but part of the roof caved in. Maybe after Millicow's unfortunate event with the Shat on the roof. If someone could organize a repair it would sure be appreciated. Also I think we have a farming caravan coming through this week so I'll load whoever tackles this, up with some good food later this week.

The figure of a teenage boy holding a revolver and a knife appears near the enclave's entrance.

I'm outdoors, almost inaudibly working on my zombo trap at our wall. I didn't do a good job of bolting it down during my installation of it about two to four days ago, and I saw it wobbling in today's wind. Without much caution, I thought I'd walk outdoors to fix it.

As I am about to fix its last bolt, I think I am noticing a shuffling sound. Probably just wind, I think as I turn around and start walking back to our mall's doors. I stop walking, still not that far from our wall. It's that sound again! I know it's not wind now.

I turn around, and as soon as I do, a thing falls out of a dark sky, and lands in front of yours truly with a loud BOOM, and cracking of asphalt. In this dark, cloudy night, in this thing's shadow, it is only a big, black blob, with a stink that is almost suffocating. I fall, from its impact, and gag, from its stink. I don't find an opportunity to run; it quickly bats my body with its thick, bulbous arm, and I go tumbling across our mall's roof, shouting. I'm dizzy, but I am lucky; I brought my shotgun, and it is now laying on our mall's roof by my arm. Half conscious, I grab it and shoot all four of my slugs as this thing is approaching, but it is not hurt at all by my slugs. I try to run, but my right walking limb won't function. No opportunity to think about it. I fall, scrambling away with my working limbs, shouting with my lungs' full capacity, hoping for aid from anybody. It's night, though, so most of us probably don't stay waking at this hour.

Is this how I am to pass? I don't want to go now! All my stash of Kraft products will not go to good application, as I took no opportunity for giving anybody information of its location!

It runs quickly, but I can't. It grabs my body, and I thrash about (but to no avail), as it picks my body up, its stink filling my nostrils. I am out of options, and out of luck. Clouds part and a full moon casts light into this dark. This is it. This is how I go...

I am now waking. I think an hour or so did pass. Am I living? But how? It isn't a possibility. I find that I am stuck. It is soft and big and sticky and... tasty! It's... Kraft food? But my- it can't shoot back at this spot- it should only aim past our wall! I try to think. My body hurts. Oh! Um, what if this zombo, as it was attacking, did knock my trap off of its mount, and it shot as moonlight finally lit us? I think that's a possibility. But, I don't want to think right now. Too much pain. I stop thinking about it and just slowly drift away, going unconscious again. Tomorrow...