Since our family died we joined the militia.
There's really not much else to do. You can either join the militia
or get shipped off to an allegedly safer city or try to make it on your
own until you starve to death or slip up & get eaten alive. I
don't know how my brother's dealing with things. I don't really even
understand how I'm dealing with it, but at least I was pretty much use
to not having anyone too close to me. He had a wife & a kid.
It's been hard enough for me that our parents & sister & other
brother died. I hope he didn't have to shoot his wife & baby
in the head. It's kind of one of those things you figure you really
shouldn't talk about. There's just too much potential for bringing
up things that need to be suppressed & forgotten.
There are about a hundred of us in our militia
unit. We all live in a three-story hotel that we've adjusted to be
safer. Sheets of plywood screwed in to the exterior frames cover
all the windows. All but the main entrance are sealed shut.
So first the zombies would have to get in the building & then they'd
need to break into your individual room. There are three generators
in the storage room, two to power the place & one spare. Still
having electricity & running water (we have a well) almost makes it
feel like a really horrible vacation instead of the end of the world.
A lot of guys just watch a lot of movies & play video games (we took
the inventory of almost every video store in town). I guess the same
things young americans have done to avoid reality for years. No one
ever talks about the past or the future. The only talk is about "job"
(for lack of a better word) stories & the video games & movies.
Kind of like college without classes or girls. Sometimes I wish I
had better social skills so I could fit in with the guys better.
But I guess I don't really care too much since I just drink & sleep
instead of being with them....