Free Knight Terrors: A Zombie Apocalypse Survival Tale by Stephen J. Beard Page A

we’ve had a fire everyday.  Those people we saw at Patriot’s Point had to know where we were headed.”
         “I’m just nervous after what happened at your house.”
         “Nervous?  Hell I’m terrified!  If we hadn’t left the house in such a hurry maybe Sam would be alive.  No, I couldn’t figure out a good way to hide out here.  This is an almost perfect refuge.  People will show up at our doorstep even if we were quiet.  We just have to be prepared for them and choose who we want to help.  I hate playing God.  I know those two people downtown the other day aren’t gonna make it.  But they gave me the creeps from the moment they got in the bus.  I chose not to help them much.”
         “I’m glad you guys decided to help me that day at the Bi-Lo.  You could’ve kept going.”
         “No, maybe someone else could’ve.  But not me.”
         “Well, I’m glad it was you that came by then.”
         “I told Sam once that her generosity would be her downfall.  She was always helping people.  It took up her time and our money.  I felt like people were taking advantage of her.  We can’t help everyone we meet.  But, I hope that when the time comes we make good decisions.”
         “I’ll drink to that.  What are we doing today?”
         “Nothing.  Or, at least as little as possible.  We’re all beat.  I’m feeling like I’m coming down with something.  And this cold rain sucks.”
         “Agreed.”
         “Let’s just make sure everything from yesterday is organized and put away and we’ll be ready for tomorrow.  Otherwise, we’ll lay low.”
         And that’s how the day went.  Organizing the supplies from yesterday didn’t take long.  Great care was being taken already so nothing was wasted.  We spent much of the day huddled around the fire trying to stay warm.  Most everybody has warm clothes but few had raingear.  And it was more important that the person on watch be comfortable so they were always given the best rain gear.
         Mal played with Willie as Karen and Pat watched over them and drank coffee.  Tabby was hanging out with Mike.  I rested near a fire.  Try as I did, I just could not get truly warm.  When I noticed my throat hurt as a swallowed I knew I was sick.  In the medical supplies I found the cold remedies we had and took what I needed for the next few days.  Then I went back to my campsite, threw a log on the fire and slept.
     
    Friday, January 2 2015
         I awoke before dawn and watched the sun come up with Beth who was on guard duty.  I was never up this early in the land before zombies.  It was pleasant but I still felt like crap.
         Over a light breakfast we talked about the day ahead.
         “This is a day of forward thinking,” I said.  “Except for three things:  firewood, propane tanks and tank top heaters we are focusing on the future.  We need barrels for rainwater collection, tarps, seeds, we need building materials for a chicken coop.  Basically, if it’ll help us, not now, but in the future that’s what we’re getting today.”
         After a little discussion about the specifics we geared up and headed out. I coughed and sneezed and sniffled the whole way across the harbor.  We didn’t see anyone waiting for us at Patriot’s Point.  Except for zombies.  There were more on the Yorktown that had found the edge of the ship.  Some were stopped from falling over by chains and other barriers, some just shambled right off the deck into the water below.  The vehicles were where we had left them and didn’t appear to have been tampered with.  The cargo van seemed more usefull as far as space goes so we took it and left the RV.
         We started out by going past the Harris Teeter and Whole Foods since we knew what to expect from the roads.  But we saw something we didn’t expect.
         “Tom, bring the van up alongside of me and look at