Day 2
Everything is quiet. Tinfoil hats continue to hold, but not nearly as big a help as the burglar bars. They made a rush about two a.m., but it was just a harassment probe. Eating poptarts half a pack at a time to conserve food. Today we jugged the water from the toilet, just in case....wished we'd flushed first.
It reminds me of Dawn of the Dead, (the old one, didn't see the new one) where a small group is holed up in a mall, seperated from dozens of milling, brain munching zombies by only the glass doors of a store. Could these be carnivirous zombie deer? Are they after my brain? Or this some kind of revenge for their slain kin on the Arkansas highways?
Must sleep, tommorow I bust out the flamethrower. (shudder..... zombie deer)