Seems as though I've lost track of the days it's been since I left the bunker. Things have been going rather slow these past few days... Mainly because of mourning. Those kids went missing a few days ago, we're not sure where they went, but with the way things are around here, it's one of two options:
A: They're safe and sound in some cabin in the woods, and they're just waiting for the horde of walkers to pass so they can return to the Eagles (that's what we're calling ourselves now, since our home base is giant eagle now).
B: They're one of the walkers right outside our doors.
We don't need to worry about food or water anymore, and safety isn't any issue either. We've got our collectors and crop seeds back, and as soon as the greenhouse goes up, we're thinking about locking down the fort and just waiting out the rest of the apocalypse. There are 30 feet of concrete walls, more booby traps than I can count, although there IS a path for our survivors that is being monitored by our watchdogs, and now that we've got these toys from Portland, we're able to protect ourselves again. We're down to 21 survivors, including Abby and Hayden, and we're finally able to sustain ourselves... I tried to help the people of Westmoreland, but there's nothing more I can do for them. I'm tired of constant civil war, tired of having to kill these people who used to be my friends and family, tired of having to strain everyone every time we get a new survivor at our door. We've got food, water, indoor plumbing, the security of Fort Knox, and even electricity and entertainment. I almost forgot that Dave played guitar, and we've got quite a few banjos that'll work just as well. I even found some iPads from the high school, still working, and each has a charger and a few apps. The wifi is screwed, so we'll just have to do with flappy bird, flow plus, minecraft, and some game called "Z-Day Survival Simulator". Funny, these games used to hae no purpose, and now we're using them to keep from going stir crazy. We found a few books in Portland too, everything from the odyssey to academic textbooks (the kids here are gonna hate that they're going back to school in the bunker, but they need to know some of this stuff), to manuals on security, wiring, and a few other things.
This is possibly going to be my last note, but who knows, it might not be. To anyone who finds this, pass it on to somewhere else, let people know that we have taken shelter, and nothing short of a nuclear attack will force us out. The Eagles have the means to fight another world war, and we ask that you avoid Ligonier. We've gone through enough stress and scarring to last a hundred lifetimes, and we'd prefer it if the world now would allow us to "retire" from the apocalypse.
Rick, if you're still alive, please, stay safe, know that your little brother is now the leader of the only surviving faction in Ligonier. Find me when this whole zombie apocalypse is over.
Saved humanity, taking a little nap,