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probably many other kinds of animals that give you a sense of total badassery. I have often wondered if I have a bazooka in there. That’s really about the only weapon that I know of.
    Not true, I know plenty of gun names, just none from our era.
    So what to do with these two zombies? Nothing, not a thing. I went into the house, slowly of course, to make sure there were no more of them; the rest of the family perhaps. After finding out that they were the only dead residents, I went up to the second floor and barricaded the door to the balcony as best I could.
    From everything I had seen up to this point, our new dead residents on this planet weren’t really the smartest things around. Most of their brain capacity was wasted on moaning and groaning , while the rest was used to walk them around from corpse to corpse. I went downstairs, and after bringing in a few buckets of river water, I locked everything up as best I could. The whole time, the two I had locked up upstairs made their wonderful death moans, but after I settled into a bed that I REALLY hoped did not belong to them, they quieted down, too.
    Oh, and I had another cereal bar for supper. Too lazy to cook anything. Did I mention I had a lot of these?
     
     
    Evans Notes: Brian really didn’t know anything about guns. In fact, in all our time together, I don’t think I ever saw him shoot a single gun, not even once, certainly not at any zombie.
    He is spot on about the zombies, though. If it wasn’t for the fact that on most occasions they swarmed you, they were completely utterly dumb creatures.

Entry 5 – Macaroni and Cheese [5]
    Milk. Not real milk, the powdered kind. But that’s still a big deal for me. I was rummaging through the cupboards in the house I slept in this morning, the two zombies still stuck up in the porch quiet enough for me, and I found a couple of bags of powdered milk. I crumbled my cereal bar into a bowl, and had it with some “real” milk. That was a treat.
    I left out of the back and along the lower bank of the river, so that the two zombies wouldn’t get all riled up at the thought of free lunch walking out through the front door.
    It is always warmer down here out of the mountains. Granted , it wasn’t really that hot, maybe, 70 degrees, but, I get so used to chilly weather and more importantly, dress for it. By noon, I was stripping down clothing and working on packing it up into my bag. Thankfully, it was yet another sunny day. As long as I have sun, my few electronics can stay charged thanks to a little mobile solar pack I keep draped over the back of my backpack. I have my maps, but it’s so nice to have my GPS with me.
    Did I mention I drift towards the lazy things in life?
    I have often wondered how long the GPS will stay accurate, or even work at all. I have dug through a lot of information at home, but haven’t really come to a good, concrete conclusion. So far, they remain rather accurate. Combined with my maps, I’ve been able to avoid getting lost.
    I planned on taking the river all the way into Hendersonville. Water is really useful, not only for the obvious drinking part, but I’ve noticed that zombies have a really hard time dealing with moving water. Whatever controls the body is just enough to get it walking, flail arms about to grab things, and bite and eat. But after that, there is essentially no coordination at all.
    They appear to hear very well, BUT, they have to see along with hearing. If they don’t se e anything, apparently,  it doesn’t exist. But if they can see it, they react really quickly to sound. There is like a five to ten second window that they seem to remember that what they just saw exists, and that the sound they’re  hearing is caused by this thing they just saw.
    One solitary zombie is very rarely a threat , unless you happen to be sleeping or stuck in a bear trap. But if they see you, all they need to do is hear you. Their heads are so uncoordinated that they rarely keep their