We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
If you haven’t read part 1 of the saga, After The Lights Went Out, you should do that before you read this.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Seventeen more bodies were found during the night. The National Guard has been called in, police are on double shifts, and all citizens have been asked to stay indoors unless absolutely necessary. Checkpoints have been established throughout the city, where all cars are being searched in an effort to smoke out the killers, or at least to find clues to their identities. We huddle in the house, watching the news and feeding the children from a rapidly dwindling supply of food. The babies can sense our fear, and are on edge, wanting to be held and carried rather than playing. We have no choice but to wait and see what will happen.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Groceries need to be bought. Loving Husband goes to the store along with C, while B and I stay at home with the little ones. The men return too quickly — there are crowds outside the Supermarket and all the convenience stores, and tempers are running high: delivery trucks have been unable to get into the city and supplies are running low. Reports of riots and looting are coming in from different parts of the city. We barricade the doors after we hear shouts from the end of the street — it’s better to be safe than sorry. An increasingly tired-looking news anchorwoman reports that more bodies have been found, and word has leaked anonymously from the police department that many of the bodies that have been found had their skulls torn open and their brains missing. Official police spokesmen refuse to comment. We start stockpiling water in jugs and pitchers, and we begin rationing our food. The men search through the basement storage room for things to use as weapons, should the need for them arise.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Where we heard shouts yesterday, there is now silence. No car doors slam, there are no sounds of traffic from the street. I’ve never heard the city this quiet. Television and internet went down at some point during the night — we listen to a radio for news, which only echoes what was said yesterday but with a higher body count. The only sounds we hear from outside the house are occasional sirens and the rapid thwack-thwack-thwack of rotor blades overhead. Even the babies are quiet, watching us with big eyes and demanding to be held all day. In the late afternoon, the power flicks off, leaving us terrified in the silent dark of the city.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The radio tells us that something we never would have believed, something we had joked about amongst ourselves, has in fact come to pass — Baltimore is being eaten from the inside by a zombie horde. These zombies aren’t like the old movies: slow, cumbersome bodies barely animated enough to move; these are strong, fast, and intelligent enough to have hidden from authorities for nearly a week. Estimates place the size of the horde at several thousand, no longer needing to hide, now rampaging through the poorer parts of the city, cutting power lines and killing with abandon. The President has deployed the Army units stationed at Fort Meade in an attempt to cordon off the parts of the city most seriously affected, though a local scientist gave small hope, saying that they’ve found bullets to have little effect on the zombies. In fact, he claimed, it’s remarkable how little is actually known about them — clearly they do eat brains, they are more intelligent than previously believed possible, and conventional firearms are ineffective. Nobody seems to know where they came from or how to stop them. We are advised to barricade all doors and windows, even if we don’t live in the parts of the city so far affected — the horde has been moving, spreading, and there’s no way of knowing when or if they might get to us.
Next Time: End Times