The infected attacked again last night. We’re suspiciously fortunate that the army has been here the two times we’ve faced our most challenging attacks.
Our improved defences did a hell of a job, though I’d have preferred it if the army hadn’t been witness to the compressed air guns we’d put together. The extra barbed wire slowed them down and the army firepower put the attack to bed pretty fast.
To a lot of people that proved the army’s worth and suggested that the deal wasn’t so bad. Especially since, again, they took charge of burning the bodies for us. The duty that nobody ever wants.
I just find it suspicious.
Then they took everything they’d pilfered, and five men who had been working guard duty, and they rolled out, heading fuck knows where. A couple of the younger women left with them too. I guess they fancy a life with the soldiers more than a life of toil in the dirt, and who can blame them?
These cunts have reduced us back to the level of medieval serfdom. ‘Brave’ knights living off the backs of a virtual slave class.
I’m not bloody having it, when they figure out we have power they’ll be even worse and might take our tech-savvy people and our generator supplies. That infected attack was too bloody convenient. I stopped by the house to charge my phone and I’m going out tonight for a look.
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