Captain Walczak Blog #5
As our Safe Zone gets closer and closer to being operational, the mood has definitely darkened here. A nervous energy seems to have settled not only on my team, but the team at the line. Today sporadic gunfire could be heard from the Wall, without it being on any log of operations. I was so busy putting out fires today in my own department that I didn't get a chance to head over and check it out. One of the only other females here, a Lieutenant, is suddenly requesting maternity leave. I'm left wondering why Headquarters would have put such an irresponsible and unprofessional troop inside D. 129.
The general malaise has affected me as well, so I took a moment after lunch to gather myself. I remembered this short poem written by one of my heroes from the only recorded Zombie Battle in Eighth Day records:
"By knife I cut my daughters hair
after burying her father where he fell.
Night is everywhere and disappointments layer;
chasms spread between who I am and who I have been.
The Dead echo through trees,
and she and I a team--
creating and parting red seas
made of faces, hands, and teeth.
Hungering in the shadow of a promised land."
All I can say is sitting in the perimeters (fortress?) I can feel the steady nervous energy building. Once this place is ready for the policy holders, I'm not sure what will happen to those of us manning the inside.
Salute and a heavy handshake,
Capt. Aida Walczak
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