As the world collapsed around us our little town drew closer together. We established early on that we faced a situation of unimaginable suffering and destruction if we were unprepared. So we procured stores of food, fuel, weapons and other supplies. We built large walls around the town, originally made of wood, but over time we reinforced them with concrete and steel.
Other towns laughed at our efforts, they said it would all blow over in a couple of weeks. They were wrong. We reminded them that it may still ‘blow over’ as they arrived at our doorstep begging for shelter. Those who we took in were made to work in the fields or face eviction from the town.
A full week after the first evacuees arrived we saw our first undead. It had chased a deer through the forest and as it stepped out from the tree line and saw one of the guards it turned and made its way toward him. At the sound of rapid gunshots we ran to his aid, finding the man gibbering in terror, cut, covered in blood and a now dead zombie at his feet with 15 bullets in it.
Our biggest mistake was not executing the guard there and then. It sounds harsh, but that mistake cost the lives of ten residents. It was also our first exposure to how quickly a zombie infection can spread, how truly dangerous it is and how overwhelming in force the response has to be.
Life is harsh, but we survive, and that is all that’s important anymore.