William spent many nights awake. He found that he slept too soundly at night, so instead he slept during the day when he was a much lighter sleeper. Even then, however, he only allowed himself so much sleep at a time. This night was no different as he surveyed the broken skyline. The higher up you were, the safer you tended to be, William had figured this out early on, so when the safe house he had been in previously had fallen The Maker made himself a home atop the carousel. 

He had muffled the electric motor that turned the wheel, disabled all the lights, and moved the control box from where it was mounted on the ground and worked it into the unit he now called home. The next thing he had done was set up solar panels he had scavenged from around town and wired them into batteries he took out of hybrid cars that were left in the parking lot. The carousel was powered by this contraption, and its quiet operation helped to not draw any more Zombies near. It worked well, up to that point very few Zombies had even attempted to climb up the frame after him. Even when his coughing fits had lead more of the horde towards him then he was happy to see.

He thought briefly of his daughter. She was the first person that he knew that turned, and she was the first that he had to put down for good. But, in life, in her childhood - she loved this old park. It was alive in Shoemaker's memories, just as she was, bright and vibrant. His eyes glared out into the darkness. His eyes shifted to the right as the words faded from view. He didn't need to read them, when he saw where the arrow pointed he knew what it was about. 

"Trying again, aye Bushwacker?" The Maker growled, he slid the welding mask over his face and flipped the switch, the electric motor hummed and brought him down towards the ground. The zombies in the vicinity drew closer. He stopped the motor when he was about six feet off the ground. He whistled a single quick note, he opened the door to his unit and waited for the Zombies to come near. Crouching low he started cracking the skulls open of the Zombies that drew within striking range for him. It would be a long trek through the night to get there, but if William knew Bushwacker it would be worth the effort. Once the Zombies were dispatched in the immediate area, he jumped down, closed the door with his tongs and made his way, quietly, carefully towards the casino.