Night Watch

Its been nearly a year since all this shit started. As I sit tonight and listen to the muffled breathing of those fortunate enough to survive I take stock of what we have lost and what we have managed to win, where we have been, what we have done.

If everything was still the same as it was, I would be off at Central Washington University, probably at a party tonight or something equally as frivolous. But instead Im in the woods, in the cold with several other people, my new family. I havent thought of my parents or sister much lately, Im begining to lose faith that they are alright somewhere. I do miss them, everyday, but Im sure that they are gone. Most everyone who is still alive will never, ever be able to return to life the way it was. I think about Thomas, whos barely had a normal life, with his father in Iraq and now this, it breaks your heart to think about.

Im night watch tonight. I dont mind it, the cool autumn air feels good. The wind gently rustling the dead leaves on the ground and the sound of the river is all I hear, which is good. Some nights you hear them out there, growling, skreeking, moaning. Tonight is peaceful. We still havent figured out who killed the zombies on the highway all those weeks ago, we may never know. Could be a group passing through or one loner in the woods with a rifle. They could be dead by now or worse, but whos. I try not to think about these sort of things either.