Friday: Walked up the tracks for a couple of hours without incident. Clubbed a zombie. Found a nice secluded spot under some large oak trees to spend the night. Spent a cold sleepless night on the ground (I really should have worked on that whole fire by friction thing, some Eagle Scout I am).

Saturday: Stayed put and slept most of the day. Got up when the sun went down and continued West toward 288 to meet Justin. Broke into an abandoned house to steal some food and supplies. Ran like hell from some creepy zombified babies. Seriously. Zombie Babies, wtf. Fell asleep around dawn in an empty construction trailer.

As you can tell, the last few days have been pretty routine. Walk, sleep, re-kill things that should already be dead, fear for your life, etc. Wake up and do it all over again. It really isn’t too bad. The rail road is blessedly clear of humans — both the living and unliving kind — and according to Justin you’ve got to watch out for both.

Sometime, while Saturday night turned into Sunday morning we reached the 288 overpass.

Justin had already set up camp and was waiting patiently for us when we got there. It was fantastic to see another (live) human being that didn’t try to sniper us from the roof of an adjacent building. He seems like he has weathered the recent unpleasantness as well as can be expected. Sure he’s been shot through the shoulder and could use a shower. But we could all use a shower. He did tell me that after the last zombie he killed he leveled up to a lvl. 6 Barbarian and dumped the extra skill points into Deadly Blow. He couldn’t decide if he should put a few SP’s into Foraging and Farming. I told him you can’t eat if you’re dead.

Like I said, as well as can be expected.

We swapped remarkably similar stories about our adventures thus far before turning in for some sleep. Finally a small sense of normalcy has returned to our lives. I mean, sure, it is small, but it is there. We’ve chatted a little about our next actions. I think we will continue West on the tracks until we get out into the boonies. We figure the smaller the population density the smaller the chance of some zombie getting his tongue in my ear or some crazed suburban Rambo blowing our brains out while screaming the name of his dead wife.

Things are looking up.

PS. If there is one thing you can count on during a zombie apocalypse it is Google. I set up a cool “My Map” of our adventure thus far. I’ll be updating it as time goes by and time/zombies permit.