A day may come when the courage of men fails...

As I sit and listen to the rain falling on our tent I think back over the day. Today we had to deal with a group of rotters that had stumbled their way through the woods. They were in bad shape, all skinny, scratted up and theyre clothes were in tatters. They were fresher then most I have seen in the past few months. They had only been dead for a few days. The second group were older, they looked like they were from the November Panic, they were all rotten and falling apart. One attack was during the morning when Yvonne, Aurelia and I were fetching water from the river. Aurelia managed to get some pictures, the second attack came around lunch time, Andy, Amanda and I cleared them out. They never made it to the camp, thank God.

I wish this could be over, where the fuck is the government? Why arent they rallying and marching back and pushing these bastards ot he sea. Anyway, I guess we will just have to hold out alittle longer. Whenever I feel like I cant go on, and when the Bible doesnt speak to me, I remember a line from a movie. Not just any line, and I maybe a geek for saything, but if we dont survive who the fucks gonna care? Its Aragorn's speech to his men at the black gates at the end of the Return of the King, its goes: A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day!

Hes right, it is not this day. We have to fight, as I look at the sleeping forms of my friends and my new family, I know we cant fail. I will fight and I hope as a species we fight this plague, I want Thomas to have his 6th birthday without the fear and pain, I want him to be a normal kid again. I know deep down that nothing will ever be normal again, but I want him and the generations to come to not have to worry, because men and women like those around me drew a line in the sand and acted as a shield between light and darkness. I want the sacrifice of people like Doug Stroshal, Father Tim, Iona, Mrs. Petek, the Rabbi and all the others who have died to mean something. We must win, this is not the hour of wolves and shattered shields. This is the hour to whip the blood from our noses and strike back. Tomorrow we go on the offensive.

Here are the pictures.