Entry 66: Billy Grayson

We keep having to drive all night and rest during the day in shifts.  These new zombies, banshees we've taken to calling them, they'll stalk us without end, running almost thirty miles per hour it seems.  We're able to keep driving and get on ahead of one cluster of them to rest, but if we wait too long another pack will come in and wail for the others that there's fresh food.  They've got very little in the way of strength, unlike the brute zombies, but these banshee zombies have pack intelligence, swarming us in preparation from multiple sides when they hear the moaning even before it turns into a wail.  As soon as we hear that distinctive moan we just pack up immediately and get going.  They're thankfully few and far between while driving, but at night they come out to the highway.  Some instinct telling them that they're harder to see at night and more likely to catch their prey.  Just last night, we saw a brute biting into someone not far from a crashed motorcycle and the banshees kept ripping off parts and running away before the brute zombie could grab hold of them.  Opportunistic predators I guess.  Damn bastards make it difficult to get any sleep without resorting to earplugs.  Definitely need to pick up a few of them for everyone if we can next time we pull into a town or gas station if they've got them.  Can't have those on watch or driving wearing them, but the rest of us need to get our rest so we're not falling asleep on duty.  Already when it was Kathy's turn once she started swerving a little at night before someone in the bus took over for her.

Entry 65: Jamie Bryce

Jamie:  Been a while since I had anything to really say.  We're on the road again and I brought a few books from the grocery store's aisle.  Most of them have been garbage and thus gone into the fire for more fuel when we stop to cook up food.  It was mostly quiet except the sounds of the engines until three days ago.  Seen only one living person outside our group, chasing some cows in their fields in the distance.  We stopped and were going to help, but Billie saw that there were brute zombies following after, about six of them.  Whoever it was, they didn't get away, and two of the cows were taken down as well.  Nothing we really could have done, so we just started off on the road again.  Been hearing some strange sounds at night since then, like, a zombie moan, but much louder in pitch and volume.  Always late at night, so we haven't taken to cooking away from the vehicles.

Unknown:  Horrific wailing.

Jamie:  There it is again.  Sounded a lot closer this time though.

Unknown:  Wailing changing to a warbling wail.

Jamie:  What the hell?  It's never sounded like that before...

Sound of two car-doors opening and shutting.

Billy:  Fuck I hate whatever that thing is...  Bad enough with the noise it was making before.

Ellis:  Damn banshee, wailing like-Hey!  Did you see that?

Jamie:  Shit, yeah, I see it.  It...  It's looking right at us.

Unknown:  Wailing warble that turns into a shriek.

Billy:  Gah!  Fuck you!

Gunfire and wet splat.

Ellis:  Damnit Billy!  You're going to draw in every zombie around-

Unknown:  Deep moan and hissing.

Jamie:  That's new.

Steve:  Who fired that?!  Billy?  Damnit, use the arrows, not-

Ellis:  Back inside!  Get the engines started!

Unknown:  Hissing growing louder.

Billy:  Fuck fuck fuck!  They're in the grass.  I see them moving.

Gunfire and engines starting.

Car-doors shut.

Jamie:  Go!  Go!  Go!

Jane (on radio):  Everybody hit the gas, this things are fast!

Steve:  Crap!  What the hell are those things?