You never drop a team for more than 28 days.
YOU NEVER DROP A TEAM FOR MORE THAN 28 DAYS.
YOU. NEVER. DROP. A. TEAM. FOR. MORE. THAN. TWENTY. EIGHT. DAYS.
It’s day 28 and they’re not here.
I AM FREAKING THE FLOCK OUT.
I’m hoping – hoping beyond hope, actually, that it’s because of the zombie infestation.
Boy there’s a headline for you. “Drop team hopes zombie infestation is causing problems, film at 11.”
Anyway, go back to two nights ago and I didn’t sleep a wink because the zombies – four of them, spent the night pounding on my door. One did slip through the back entrance that I haven’t sealed up, so I have a pretty bad gash in my calf where he grabbed me and ripped me out of my bed, some nasty bruises, and a few other cuts. Good thing I’ve taken to sleeping with my “sword” under my pillow or I’d probably be dead right now.
In the morning I was able to get some sleep, but I needed to be outside for when The Company was coming to pick me up.
I spent all day out there in the hot sun. Walked around a lot. Tried to catch one of the wild horses. Failed a lot. Bruised my tailbone a lot. Looked forward to some painkillers and a hot shower on the ship. Got none of what I was hoping for.
No. One. Showed. Up.
So I thought, OK, maybe they’re going to pick me up tonight. I stayed outside with my cows and my chicken/ducks so I could release them as soon as the ship arrived. No ship.
Plenty of zombies though, and one skeleton, who was shooting over the fence at me. He accidentally shot one of the zombies so for a little while there was a zombie-on-skeleton battle royale taking place 30 feet from my drop zone.
That has to be why they’re not here. It has to be that they see the zombies and are afraid to land. Still! They could send down a shuttle, or a rope ladder, or something! We’ve gotten people out of tighter spots before!
They’ll be here soon. It’s not even 3am yet. I’m just impatient.
please take me home