Zomblog II by T. W. Brown

the idea that if Dominique is part of these monsters, then she’ll see the same fate. Jenifer and I discussed it, and while she thinks it is just the actions of a confused and frightened teenager, I believe it is a choice.
    That’s one of the problems I had with our former society. Every time a child acted out, they slapped an acronym on it and wrote a prescription. Maybe what the kid really needed was a swift kick in the ass. I never shared it with Jenifer, and I know she doesn’t read this anymore, (I think she’s writing her own journal now) but I am certain that it was Dominique who opened the doors and led zombies to the place Jenifer and I slept the night after I rescued her.
    To me, that’s not a confused teenager. That is a psychotic, brainwashed human being who is a danger to the survival of people who don’t see the world through the same narrow lens. So, will I kill her on sight? No. But if she gives me the most minute of reasons, I’ll put her down. This is about survival. Mine. And yes, it really is that simple.
     
    Thursday, January 8
     
    Moving is a slow process. We don’t dare move down to the open terrain of the highway. Even though there are cars—sometimes in bumper-to-bumper packs and sometimes spread out—there is movement in places where walking dead migrate. They are like electricity in that they seek the path of least resistance. Also, we would be easy to spot.
    The real problem is that we are very close to the main base of operations for The Genesis Brotherhood. We know this because we’ve heard and seen them! Jonathan left just about an hour before sunrise. He took Coach with him. I didn’t realize how much I could miss that stupid dog. He hovers around me all the time when we are on the move, and sleeps curled up across my feet at night.
    He came back just after sunset. (It was actually sunny today, which we couldn’t enjoy because of these damned trees.) We have to cross the highway tonight. He found a few houses, probably worth three-quarters to a million bucks a lifetime ago. He says we can hold up in one for a night or two. We will have to plan the next day. For some reason, as we move west, the undead concentration increases. Jonathan said he put down over two dozen. He saw mobs, and even a small herd while he was out.
     
    Friday, January 9
     
    The weather has been sunny, crystal-clear, and freezing cold! The snow has a thick, icy crust and makes so much noise when you move through it that we’ve stayed put.
    One thing we haven’t heard is the gunfire I’d become so accustomed to these past months. However, what we have heard is just a bit worse.
    Screams.
    On a half-dozen instances, we’ve heard them. Some want to go investigate since they’ve all come from the same general direction. This is probably the very pregnant Meredith talking, but I definitely vote against it. Right now I’d just like to get to that warehouse complex.
     
    Saturday, January 10
     
    A Cessna-type plane just flew overhead! It was heading west!
     
    Sunday, January 11
     
    We might have discovered the reason for such a heavy concentration of the undead. We are near a hospital. It’s like watching a beehive or an anthill. From our vantage point, we can see the main entrance. There is no window intact on the bottom floor. The lobby, which is clearly visible during daylight, is crawling with them.
    I recall something about Sam and a small group making a run on a hospital. That would be impossible here. It makes me wonder. There has been tons of speculation about these things acting out in certain ways that were familiar to their former lives. Have they come to the hospital for the simple reason that they were programmed in life to seek medical attention when sick or seriously injured? It seems as likely as anything else. They certainly aren’t there in response to anybody living. There is no way possible that anybody could be inside that place. Even as big as the hospital is, I can’t imagine there