I just finished rounds. That's what we call checking all of the medical supplies, windows, food, weapons, ammo, you get the picture. The Falks say we don't need the safety precautions, but they're a bunch of rednecks. Of course, they also think that they are all superman, bulletproof. They say we should get in a hummer and kill all the zombies. It's not possible. They just keep coming.
Actually, the only people in our colony are me, my dad, and the Falks. My mom was the first one to be infected. I guess it's logical since my dad created the parasite. It's not his fault. He was trying to create a chemical weapon. We were in a war with china. It was supposed to infect people and kill them, then bring back to life and spread the parasite. My mom never knew about the experiment. She felt sorry for the guinea pig he tested on. When it came back to life, it bit her. Then it just went downhill. We knew what was gonna happen, so we gathered up food and weapons and ran to the local Walgreens. My dad said so.
We barred the windows except for the front. We're using sample zombies to learn more about them so we can find the cure. You can't kill all of the zombies it just won't work. Everyone who dies becomes a zombie and let's face it a lot of people would die. It can't work. The only way to stop them is to find a cure.
My dad has us gathering specimens for his research. Rob Falk, the only guy my age has been teaching me how to shoot a gun. I think I'm getting pretty good. There's about 12 Falks. They're a pretty large family, but they stay pretty close, especially with the whole zombie apocalypse thing. One of these days their redneck nature is gonna get them in trouble. The same thing is going to happen around the world.
Most of the other colonies are made up of rednecks. I made a blog. Most colonies have visited it a couple times. Most of them are gun-toting rednecks. I don't know of any with a live scientist. Nobody for my dad to trade notes with. I'm helping my dad with it, but that's not enough. We need help.
