equipment, I had an idea.
Once in the garage, Billy asked. "How are we going to get our stuff in the van without being eaten? There are eaters in our back yard, and all over the neighbor’s yards. They're probably out in front by the van too!"
Before now, we had been referring to the "Zombies" as diseased one's, or the infected one's, but after Billy called them "Eaters", well it kind of stuck, and after that, most of the time we called them eaters.
"We’re not going to put our stuff in the van. You saw what I had to do to our neighbor Julie and you hear all that gunfire out there."
Billy and Jacob both nodded their heads, affirming that they understood.
"People all over are doing the same thing to their neighbors. We wouldn't get fifty miles from here in the van. Someone would block the road or shoot out the tires, or the way people were acting when I drove home, we would probably be in a wreck before we got to the county line. In any case we'd end up dead and eaten before nightfall."
Billy tilted his head slightly to the side and turned up the left side of his upper lip showing his confusion
"We're not going to walk are we? We definitely wouldn't get fifty miles if we try to walk. Would we?"
I was able to muster a smile for the first time since this whole zombie thing started. Partially because of the look on Billy's face when he asked if we were going to try to walk to some place safe, and partially because I was about the reveal my idea to my family.
"No, not the way it is out there now, we will need the van, but not to carry our things, we'll need it to pull our boat."
"The boat?" Gin asked sarcastically, shaking her head back and forth as if she thought I was going to say that I was just kidding.
Nodding my head in an effort to convince her that I was deadly serious, I quickly answered her question without a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Yes, the boat, we can't stay here, and we can't drive the van, and we can't walk, the boat is our only logical choice. Hell, logical or not, it's our only choice!
Look at it this way, in the van or any car for that matter, the roads will be clogged with abandoned and wrecked vehicles, plus we'll need gas and a lot of it if we want to get very far.
With the boat, we'll just float down stream most of the time, and only use the motor when we absolutely need to. We still might need to obtain some gas at some point, so we'll take that little squeeze pump I have along with us."
Trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince my family, I said. "We don't know everything this disease does to people, but one thing I know for sure, it's not going to make them break the laws of physics, which means, they can't walk on water."
"But can they swim?" Jacob asked.
I thought about it for a moment, then answered. "I don't know if they can swim or not, but if they can't swim any better than they can walk, we'll be safer in a boat until we can find some place to hold up."
Before civilization as we knew it ended, some zombie connoisseur's blogging on the internet said to go north where it is cold, zombies are made of flesh and blood and are subject to freezing, and once they're frozen, your problem of being eaten by the dead are over.
The way I see it, the problem with that theory is, you would have to go far enough north that zombies (or as we called them, "Eaters") would never thaw, even during the summer months.
If you miscalculated and didn't trek far enough north, all that it would take is for one warm front to come through overnight and thaw out the zombie hordes, and you’d wake up to an unexpected horde of nimble zombies intent on having you for breakfast.
The only advantage I could see by going north into a constant frozen climate was the snow and ice could be melted giving you an abundance of water. That is, until you ran out of fuel for the heat source that you were using to melt the frozen water. Then you would probably freeze to death before you would die of