Alone No More by Chris Philbrook Read Free Book Online Page A

figuring this shit out too. I’ve been wrong on so many things.
    As you might imagine it has also been cold during the day. Not quite as cold as at night, but still pretty cold. Solid 35 to 40 degrees during the day, dipping down to 20 to 25 degrees at night. It’s only early December too, and if this trend keeps up, February is going to be a motherfucker.
    My thumb is much better, but it’s terribly stiff. I take a couple Ibuprofen for it every 6 hours or so, and that makes it more or less fine. I hate sprains, they take so long to heal and generally just gum up the works while they’re taking their sweet ass time. Whatever I guess! It is what it is and it’s almost all better. At least I didn’t get bitten. Sprains are much less fatal.
    My venison obsession has come to an abrupt halt. I’ve eaten far too much of it already. I set up my makeshift fridge for the meats upstairs in a room that I’m not heating. It stays about 40 degrees all the time, which is just good enough seeing as how it’s all smoked. The meat has kept great for me, but I just over indulged and now I need a break. I have half a mind here one of these early mornings to try and bag some of the turkey I used to see roaming the fields before the shit hit the fan. I actually wonder if the zombies have eaten them? Turkeys can move though, so maybe they’re safe.
    The lake has started to freeze. There’s a fine crust at the edges that’s millimeters thick. In another couple weeks if these temperatures hold there will be a really good freeze going on. Kinda makes the whole island aspect of this place seem pointless eh? I guess it’ll keep vehicles out, but any shambling zombies can just march across the ice once it’s cold enough.
    Speaking of cold enough, I wonder if the zombies will freeze? Is there any body heat being generated inside them? I haven’t seen that many since the temperatures really dropped, so it stands to some reason that they’re all freezing solid out there somewhere. Although it’s strange, because when I shoot them now, they still kinda… ooze blood, which makes no sense at all. All their blood should be fully gelled up inside them. 
    This really makes me wonder what the hell is causing all this. A virus? Biological weapons? Is it supernatural? Fucked if I know. I wonder if anyone has found out what’s going on. I’m sure somewhere on some huge military base they’ve got a good idea of the story. Out here in the sticks on campus I don’t know shit beyond my doorstep. Hell I haven’t even been into town in… a very long time.
    I should talk more about my early times here. Before I do that though, I’ll tell you about yesterday and today. Yesterday I finished clearing Auburn Lake Road. There were two houses left on the street, and I got them searched and emptied with no danger involved. Both houses looked to be left exactly as they had if someone was supposed to be coming back. My bet is the residents never made it home “that day.” They’re either holed up and stuck somewhere, or they died. Either way, their shit is now mine. 
    Two items came up at the second house that I was unable to retrieve. The people living there were snowmobile enthusiasts. This is a good thing. Sort of. For some reason there was no snowmobile trailer in their yard, so I had no way to get the machines back to campus. I’ll have to wait for snow, and then just drive them back. They had two of them, incidentally. That little find will go a long way towards making winter safer, and more tolerable. The four wheeler is a nice toy, but in really deep snow it’ll struggle. Once I get a trail packed for the snow machines, I’ll be all set to get around in a pretty wide area regardless of the weather.
    As I said, I didn’t get a whole lot more of use. Blah blah. Today I started to work on the houses on Jones Road. If you’ll recall Mr. Journal I mentioned before that there were nine houses on Jones Road, and the last one is a rather large