Why I Was That Eager to Go Back to School

Posted: February 25, 2012 in History, Safe House Lore
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I have been asked why of all places I would pick an elementary school to build up a safe house. Sure there are many locations that I could have picked, and it was not my first choice, but it was close when the shit really hit the fan. And at that point fences, locked doors and supplies were all that mattered.

The outbreak had pretty much spread global by the time I started to take the lead. Most of those I had huddled with had been lost, either to Zees, circumstances, or to raiders. It is tragic that we few who live and are locked out of the Green Zones still take violence to one another. Worse I have participated, raiding camps both weaker and stronger than my own for needed supplies, but I am getting ahead of myself. Beebles, Malkoris and I are all that is left of a group of ten when we first huddled for mutual protection.

We lost Joseph and his wife along with their teenage son after the second week. That is to say we parted ways, the three joined a caravan heading north under the leadership of a man named Charles Wagner. Apparently Mister Wagner promised those following him that the Zees would freeze this winter in the north and they’d be safe. I do not know the outcome of the caravan, but if winter taught me anything, Zees don’t freeze. People, the living, do. And what’s worse, we need food, and there wasn’t much left to the North. I hope they made it. A drifter named Larry got taken by a Zee when we were scavenging a gas station. Larry was taking a piss behind the dumpster. Good of him to protect his modesty and not flash us ladies. Bad that he boxed himself into a little space and had no way of avoiding the Zee that stumbled into him. There’s no cure, everyone knows that, except the few fools that hold out hope and often have some raving lunatic loved one who wants their brains and is in chains in the basement. Larry took himself out before any of us could argue the fact, not that we wanted to. Shelly was a little blonde bimbo cheerleader sort. She drove me crazy with stupid “what if” questions. What if the government opens up the Green Zone and we all get across the border? What if we search labs and find a cure and save everyone? What if we stop at the mall and give each other manicures, won’t we feel better? I wasn’t sad to lose her in a positive way. The silly wench hooked up with a group out of New Westminster and last I heard she’s expecting her first. Live births, they’re rare enough these days, and are they reason for celebration in this bleak world? As for the twins, Danny and Samuel, they sold the rest of us out to a group of raiders, choosing to join them. When the three of us woke the following morning all our supplies, our weapons, our food and the twins were gone.

This was the state we found ourselves in when I decided I had had enough. I took Malkoris and Beebles to the first solid structure that I believed we could defend. I don’t understand how the school had remained vacant. Only a few Zees had been inside and we were able to clear them out without too much trouble. The benefits of the school have quickly become apparent. There’s a second floor we can defend from, having blocked off the stairwells on the north side, one can only enter from the south. The roof is accessible for emergency stand offs. Water, showers, and some medical supplies were within the building as was some canned goods and, glory be, soda pop of all things. Desks and chairs make good barricades once you stack them correctly, and the hallways are narrow enough that a few people can defend against a large number of Zees. Most classrooms have two doors allowing us to corral zombies into a room and shut them in before setting up a kill zone to wipe them out. These classrooms also have doors that lock so we can secure ourselves and our supplies at night. The janitor area had tools and further supplies. The school zone has large grass fields so we have a clear view of anyone approaching; unlike many of the buildings or residential selections others have chosen. And ultimately the size of the building allows for growth in population but is not so large that a smaller group cannot defend. I stand by my decision as I’ve led us here. Terry Fox Elementary is our new home, come hell, high water, or zombie horde.

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