Week 44: Discussing Options (or lack thereof)

Everyone on the ship is getting very anxious. They had a pretty good stockpile of food and supplies, but with the horde holding us captive, nothing can be gathered anymore. You would be amazed how fast a boat load of food disappears when you have thirty mouths to feed.

After taking inventory it was brought to Tom’s attention that the USS Alabama only had about two weeks’ worth of food left. So Tom called a meeting to discuss the situation.

Present at the meeting was Tom, Corine (Tom’s apparent second in command), Harold and me. The agenda was all about Jonas. Our options for getting rid of him were discussed.

The obvious answer (aside from me surrendering) was to kill Jonas. There were no sniper rifles on the ship but they had a few pretty good hunting rifles and one with a scope.

There were two problems with this. First although the majority of Jonas’ armor was makeshift, the helmet and chest plate seemed to be real or good quality reproductions. There was a good chance that we would not get in a kill shot and then Jonas might go into hiding and we would never get a second chance.

The second problem was should we actually did get a kill shot. There is no guarantee that Jonas’ dying would end the problem. Unless the shot was perfect (which was unlikely given his helmet) he may just die and turn to a zombie. Harold seemed to think that as a Zombie Jonas may still emit whatever signal it was that attracted the zombies to him.

The idea of setting fire to the zombies was brought up but with the large mass piled at the base of the ship it didn’t seem like a very good idea lest we wind up cooking ourselves in this giant metal pot we call a ship.

Finally we discussed sending a small team out to try and gather more supplies. The battleship had emergency rafts and one could be lowered off the backside away from the pier. The problem with this was the thousands of zombies that were floating in the water. Still I argued that it was possible especially if we disembarked on a cold morning. Tom worried that when the team returned there would be no guarantee the temperature would still be cold.

Then Corine suggested I take the boat myself and just leave. I said I didn’t want to endanger my son like that and she said that she wasn’t suggesting I take him with me. I could go, once Jonas was informed of my departure he would chase after me.

Tom added that they would take good care of my son and Brenda. Harold chimed in that he would take care of Harvey. It sounded like something the three of them had already discussed behind my back.

I told them I would consider it. Truthfully I had no intention of doing any such thing. I would not abandon my son again.

Tom made it clear that I had five days to think it over. After that he would make the decision for me.

I could tell it took a lot of work to puff himself up like that and threaten me. Probably psyched himself up in the mirror beforehand to prepare for our little talk. The big dick. And not to mention that bitch Corine.