Zomblog: Snoe's Journey Read Online Free Page B
Author: TW Brown
it is just disgusting and mold covered. On the desk is a bunch of stuff. There is a calendar with all sorts of cryptic messages that you can still make out. Many are faded or smeared beyond the ability to read, but one day in particular, January 8 th , has these words in dark, heavy script.
“POP QUESTION TO PAM!!!!!”
I wonder what she said.
Chapter 2
Friday, July 1 st
Today we moved through some sort of city. It was pretty big and looks like the living did as much, if not more, damage than the zombies.
At first, I just thought there might have been some nasty fires. That was apparently a big problem in those early days as fires burned out of control and nobody was available to put them out.
I am still in awe at the amount of power it must have taken to keep a place like this with electricity. That is one of those things about the Old World that those of us who were born into this New World simply cannot relate to in any way. Trying to imagine leaving entire buildings lit up just because they look nice? Sorry, it just does not make any sense.
Many of the buildings in this city were blown up. There are craters everywhere and the few buildings that do remain look to have been shot up. While it is common for windows to be missing in a majority of the lower floors, I did not see one single intact window anywhere.
Skeletal remains litter the ground, most are broken or show definite signs of animal activity. And we did not see one single zombie all day. It is like even the walking dead know there is nothing here.
Saturday, July 9 th
Kai said we are about halfway there. Really? Over a month on the road and we are halfway there?
There is a silver lining to that cloud.
Today we are guests at a tribal outpost. I guess the Natives have several between here and their border. We are beside a huge lake where a massive dam is still holding strong. There is this lush, green oasis right in the center of what was once the town of Dillon, Colorado.
I don’t know what I expected. I have met members of the native community at their outpost at Timberline Village. But this is something entirely different. The people are dressed in skins, furs, and feathers. There is all of this color and beauty…and the smiles.
It was almost scary at first. I never realized that a smile could make me so nervous…but a hundred of them? I feel ashamed for how my gut was twisting those first hours.
These people act like the world is a wonderful place. And everywhere I look, I see carvings or paintings of the same thing: a white buffalo.
But back to the silver lining…
We will be on horseback from here on out! I have never seen animals like these before. They are calling them horses, but these shaggy things are about half the size of a horse. They aren’t donkeys, and if they are ponies, they aren’t like anything that I have ever seen.
I took a chance and asked Kai if she could tell me how many days we might still have to travel before reaching our destination. I was stunned when she said we probably had just over two weeks ride ahead of us. Surprised not only by any answer at all, but also to know that we would be there so soon.
I risked a second question and asked why she had not ridden a horse all the way. Once more she shocked me with a response.
“I would need to have one horse that was pulled along since it would do me no good to have a horse and you on foot for the return trip. Also, these are very special animals. They are strong, sturdy, and unafraid of the walkers. We do not like to take them too far away from home.”
Sunday, July 10 th
His name is “ Mato ”. That is Lakota for bear. He is a dark brown with an all-white face on the right side as you look at him. He likes to canter—which is like the horsey equivalent of jogging.
So, if you have never had the pleasure of riding a horse, let me share. First, I have read a few fantasy books. I remember there being a lot of horseback
“POP QUESTION TO PAM!!!!!”
I wonder what she said.
Chapter 2
Friday, July 1 st
Today we moved through some sort of city. It was pretty big and looks like the living did as much, if not more, damage than the zombies.
At first, I just thought there might have been some nasty fires. That was apparently a big problem in those early days as fires burned out of control and nobody was available to put them out.
I am still in awe at the amount of power it must have taken to keep a place like this with electricity. That is one of those things about the Old World that those of us who were born into this New World simply cannot relate to in any way. Trying to imagine leaving entire buildings lit up just because they look nice? Sorry, it just does not make any sense.
Many of the buildings in this city were blown up. There are craters everywhere and the few buildings that do remain look to have been shot up. While it is common for windows to be missing in a majority of the lower floors, I did not see one single intact window anywhere.
Skeletal remains litter the ground, most are broken or show definite signs of animal activity. And we did not see one single zombie all day. It is like even the walking dead know there is nothing here.
Saturday, July 9 th
Kai said we are about halfway there. Really? Over a month on the road and we are halfway there?
There is a silver lining to that cloud.
Today we are guests at a tribal outpost. I guess the Natives have several between here and their border. We are beside a huge lake where a massive dam is still holding strong. There is this lush, green oasis right in the center of what was once the town of Dillon, Colorado.
I don’t know what I expected. I have met members of the native community at their outpost at Timberline Village. But this is something entirely different. The people are dressed in skins, furs, and feathers. There is all of this color and beauty…and the smiles.
It was almost scary at first. I never realized that a smile could make me so nervous…but a hundred of them? I feel ashamed for how my gut was twisting those first hours.
These people act like the world is a wonderful place. And everywhere I look, I see carvings or paintings of the same thing: a white buffalo.
But back to the silver lining…
We will be on horseback from here on out! I have never seen animals like these before. They are calling them horses, but these shaggy things are about half the size of a horse. They aren’t donkeys, and if they are ponies, they aren’t like anything that I have ever seen.
I took a chance and asked Kai if she could tell me how many days we might still have to travel before reaching our destination. I was stunned when she said we probably had just over two weeks ride ahead of us. Surprised not only by any answer at all, but also to know that we would be there so soon.
I risked a second question and asked why she had not ridden a horse all the way. Once more she shocked me with a response.
“I would need to have one horse that was pulled along since it would do me no good to have a horse and you on foot for the return trip. Also, these are very special animals. They are strong, sturdy, and unafraid of the walkers. We do not like to take them too far away from home.”
Sunday, July 10 th
His name is “ Mato ”. That is Lakota for bear. He is a dark brown with an all-white face on the right side as you look at him. He likes to canter—which is like the horsey equivalent of jogging.
So, if you have never had the pleasure of riding a horse, let me share. First, I have read a few fantasy books. I remember there being a lot of horseback
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