"We are a group of survivors of a plague which destroyed civilization as we knew it. Those affected by the plague are now zombie-ish types, intent on our deaths. We have built a community, based on respect and dignity, where all have a voice, where all is shared. At first it was what we had to do but, became the way we do, because it works best that way. We have fought them several times and took large numbers of them out, yet, they still come, in even greater numbers. "This is not a world for the weak of heart. All has changed, and we find that we also have changed. No longer are we just a...

"To everything comes a season; a time to live, a time to die." That is a paraphrase from the Bible. It fits this particular journal more than any of the others. I was thinking of using a line from an old country song; "You got to know when to hold 'em; know when to fold 'em." Both of these literary truths fit our particular predicament. Our little community has some serious choices to make If you remember from the last journal, we are facing an amazing number of growlers. They are streaming their way out of Kansas (or at least what we used to call Kansas). The growlers were now directed by...