Day One

Day 31, 30, 29, 28, 27, and 26.

Sorry for hte long delays between posts.
I’m just busy, and this comes secondary to, you know, survival.

To summarize:

We’ve set up the food depository as a good base now. We may move there full time soon. We spent more and more time there now, and everything is more sturdy there. The only problem is what to do with the car, but we can figure that out later.

We’ve been tracking the horde thing, trying to follow it’s movements from far off.
We found binoculars in the food place.

Anyway it seems to migrate pretty far. It hasn’t really come back since that one incident before.
It’s definatly gotten larger, and its currently somewhere deep in the city.

Ugh. Which means the city is now super unsafe.
We managed to get to the security shack, but had the worst time closing the gate.

As it turns out, the guy in the shack had been dead a bit.
And then he stood up. He was currently trying to escape, and was moving way to fast and looked way too strong for us to deal with. We figured we could open the door and whack him on the way out, but it ran the risk of us getting badly hurt. We ended up doing it though. No other way we could think of.

We opened the door, and I blasted it in the neck, as best I could, with my pistol.
Due to the close range, I actually hit part of it.
It probably would’ve killed it if he was a human still.
But it didn’t, it slowed him for a second, and my girlfriend came from behind and severed it’s spinal chord with the cricket bat.

That dropped it instantly.

so they must use some sort of similar nervous system.

The thing kept moving on the ground, though, so it’s possilbe that it was only mostly dead.
We had forgotten the gas, which panicked us. We ran back to the house as fast as we could, and drove back. We lit him up, and made sure he stopped wiggling.

Just to be safe we severed some limbs, too.

We must be really disturbed, because none of that really bothered us.
Oh well.

The gate, which is rather large and zombie-proof, is closed. We put a cardboard sign that says “survivors welcome” and our phone numbers. We also wrote that we will be there at noon and three every day.

So far nobody has contacted us. Go figure.

I’ll see you guys later.
Peace.

Zombie File #2 (Day 25)

• Confirmation of running abilities. Awkward, inhuman running. Like they don’t have full range of motion, perhaps
• Possible long range communication, investigate further.
• Persistance comes with the size of a group. One zombie seems minorly interested in a house, two seem more, six can stay for many minutes, more can stay for over an hour. A horde, days.
• Do not seem terribly interested in feeding upon each other, though unconfirmed.
• Able to last for a confirmed 3 days without sustainance.

Day 25, 24

Ok sorry about that.
We got… distracted for a bit.

So after this whole thing we figured that the second house is not a good place to be (after all, the zombies have already gotten in it once).

So we decided that they next best place would be the Mormon food and supply place.

After all, it is full of what is needed in case of an apocolypse.

Problem was, it wouldn’t lock, if we remembered correctly. Except from the inside.

And we are still not 100% sure if those creatures can open doors.

They seem pretty strong, so they could probably get through the pull doors. The doorknobs may throw them.

Its a large warehouse, a good few hundred feet in each direction. They say there are multiple-thousands of pounds of dried and canned food there. As well, they have a few (not many) backup generators for families, lots of blankets and emergancy supplies, and a small room of medical supplies.

Everything to help a small community survive in the event of a disaster.

Such an amazing plan. They apparently are more in other parts of the country.

Impressive.

And let’s hope the zombies don’t get to it before we do.

So back to our plan. We armed up and walked outside. We worry about the car, so it stays unless we really need it.
So we walk towards the place, avoid the dead man’s house, and make it there.
No zombies, no banging, nothing.

All according to plan.

so we get there, examine all of the doors, and go in.

No shuffling sounds, all is quiet. We apparently are safe.

First off, deadbolt the doors. No matter their strength, these undead are not breaking down these doors.

Second, we do a scouting run to make sure nothing is hiding behind shelfs or something.
It’s set up like a really tall grocery store, more or less.

Lots of aisles of food and supplies.
It’s one huge warehouse room.

At the end (facing the street, finally!) is a small office where I assume someone probably worked on inventory and management. outside of the office, overlooking all of the warehouse room, are metal stairs that lead to a small metal platform in front of a door.
The door lead to a room directly above the office, a sort of secondary office.

It locked, making it our secondary bedroom. It was easily big enough for 3, so we were fine in there.

we figured to test it out, we would stay there overnight.

Everything was fine, so we were happy.
Sorry I didn’t update, we just entertained ourselves chilling there, and I just forgot.

And then we were surrounded. We opened a door to leave and the pack of zombies was walking down the street, coming from the direction of our house.

Which meant, of course, we were locking the door.

The warehouse has no fence or anything, just a big parking lot around it, so there wasn’t any primary defense before they hit the doors.
So we thought they were immediatly going to run for us.
But apparently they didn’t hear us or see us, and we didn’t hear their banging.

So we were safe. We went up to the second floor office and looked out the window, and they were passing right by us.

That was good.
The bad news was the fact that they weren’t really….ending. The line just kept going. And this time, it was as wide as the freaking street.

Let me say that again.
AS WIDE AS THE FREAKING STREET.

It looked like a riot of rotting bodies. It was horrible.

There had to be 200 things in there at least.
Their numbers were growing. Fast. Really fast.

So we basically camped out there a second night.
Why, you may ask. Because we tried to sneak out after they went past us.
Unfortunatly, there were a few stragglers in the back that chased us into the warehouse.

So we thought, of course go for the other doors.

It was like a bad zombie movie.

I touched, TOUCHED, the doorknob to one of the security doors in the back, and something just railed against it. Something was throwing all of it’s might into the door.
So of course i nearly shat myself and fell over shouting to stay away from that door.

There were 3 stragglers. There is one set of main double doors, and three security doors, two in the back and one on one side.

They only hit the doors. They ignored the main door.

THEY IGNORED IT. And, as if on cue, the second we realized they were beating on the smaller doors, about a dozen fists hit the double doors.

We ran upstairs.

The stragglers had attracted attention.
A lot of attention.

A whole lot.
And that many zombies apparently don’t leave as fast as the smaller groups we’ve seen. I’m updating the zombie file.
This was bad.

The thing was, the stragglers and the horde were really far from each other.

We saw a few zombies running to get to the crowd around the warehouse, like they were late for the feeding. They didn’t run like people, they were…awkward. Like if you put on uncomfortable clothes that were too tight or something. They just moved unnaturally.

So they somehow called to the horde. I don’t think they were in sight range, but I could be wrong. It’s a long straight street, so it’s possible they caught the tail.
But the running get’s me.
Most zombie movies have walkers. Hm. Well this sucks…

Day 23, 22, 21

Day 20

So I have 25 bullets left.
5 zombies left.
You have no idea how empowering it is to know that those things can die.

That means we can survive.

We are currently trying to figure out how to best go about killing these other blokes. We’re still scared to death to walk outside, especially at night.
I wonder if they sleep….

But we don’t want to mess with them unless we have to.

Well, the girls don’t. I’m so damn curious about them that I almost want them to come back.

I say that now, at least. The next time I run into one I’ll probably crap myself and try to kill it.

But when i’m not scared half to death, I’m very interested in these things.

How do the dead rise?
How did all of the people, save for us, die?

Why didn’t we die?

Today, we simply stayed inside. We loaded up the wii and played some Smash bros for a while. I got my butt whooped by my girlfriend. she can play peach and zelda hella well.

It was good. It calmed us all down and got our minds off of those things outside.

we played My Sims for a bit too. less high strung, more relaxing.
Lots of fun.

The first time we’ve all really had a good, non stressful, fun day in a long time.

Looking at my title, I believe it has been roughly 20 days since our last good day.

Zombie File #1 (Day 19)

Officially declared Zombies by myself and the other two survivors of this community.

• Corpses are almost 3 weeks old, still ambulatory once risen.
• Partial decay in places.
• Seem to be at peace with each other. Further examination is required to confirm.
• Attracted to humans. Unknown if state of death/decay affects attraction or desire to consume
• Unknown if desire is to consume. Examination is required.
• Senses seem to work.
  
• Noticable responses to sound (turned heads and movement towards noise. Scream, in this case)
• Seem to respond to sight (followed my hand during attack)
• Muscle system seems human still. No visible mutations, muscles connect as usual (severing of some muscles results in the inability to use others)
• Nervous system seems either destroyed or modified (no extreme reaction to gunshot wounds. Persistant about attacking me even with legs and arms severed)
• Vocal system damaged or unused. No zombie has ever emitted any sort of noise. Lungs decayed or simply unused? Further examination still required.

• Total burn seems to destroy.

Things to examine:

1. Does the nervous system still function at all? (see if any real reaction to extreme pain)
2. Could the severing of the spinal cord impair movement? (see if their system of…living?…is close to that of humans. Possible weak point)
3. Examine activity around other zombies
4. Memory. Does a zombie have any recollections from previous life? (Zombie had a split second flinch when I pulled I aimed at it’s head. Do they remember our house? Or do they just go around trying to break in?)
5. Why have they been trying to break into houses? (see memory. Possibly remember to associate people with houses)

Day 19

Short post before, via phone.

It took all six bullets in the gun, but we brought one of those things down.

First I shot for the kneecaps.
Missed twice. So I went for the head.

Boom headshot.

Didn’t stop it.

3 bullets down.

Shot for the chest, and missed badly.

Fortunatly, it hit a kneecap and dropped it.

4.

So I made sure to take out the other kneecap from closer. I made sure both were gone.

6.

So it was down.


Oh the story behind that was that we went outside. Error.

We were going to stick some food in our second house, so that we could survive if those things trapped us again.

So we put some stuff in. We don’t split up, so all three of us open the door and walk out.

One of us, i’m not at liberty to say who, screams as we spot one, just one, of those things wandering toward our house. I yank the pistol from my pocket and got in firing range.

They can walk about as fast as a human. I’m assuming that they still have a human muscular structure, so they can probably run if they really tried.

So I engaged, and took it down.
And I played Resident Evil (the original). I’m far too paranoid about zombies to let one lie unburned.

Especially if a headshot wouldn’t kill it. That blows like 12 of my zombie-escape plans.

and yes. I have prepared for this day. I read World War Z and the Zombie Survival Guide. I’ve seen the movies, played Dead Rising and Resident Evil.

I thought I was ready.

Kinda wasn’t.

Oops.

Anyway, we pull one of the many gascans I brought and, after I gave it’s arms a few good whacks with Vinny, doused it. I’m glad I saved Vin from my friend’s house. I’m not really sure how my favorite bat ended up there, now that I think about it. He must have taken it instead of Lictor. Lictor was his bat. Anyway…

I took out it’s arms from a safe distance. It scared the crap out of me to get that close. It still had a lot of muscle command for something that was just shot.

It kept writhing around and biting at the air, trying to climb over to me.
So I squashed its hands with the bat and my shoes.

Note, I now need to find good boots.

I took out whatever came at me till all it could do was wiggle on the ground.

It would have been amusing if it wasn’t a partially rotten human being that was neighbors with my girlfriend a few weeks ago.

It’s cheek was rotten out. Or bitten. I wonder if they try to bite each other.

Gross.

Anyway. We burned that son of a bitch good. We made a trail of gas so we wouldn’t explode when we lit it.
Now there is a black greasy spot in the middle of the road between our houses.

I hope it rains.

I think they head may still be the weak spot. I need more research.

I also wonder if they hunt in packs or if they just kinda shamble around and find each other.

Hmmm….I’ll start recording a zombie file on my data.

I’ll post my findings now.
Give me a few minutes.

They can die. I can

Day 18

We are all still here.

I’ll sum up what happened.

So we were locked in the room, with those horrible things at the door, trying to get in. The safest place we could be is our house.
We make sure we have keys. We have to be fast. I don’t know how fast those monsters can move, but I’d prefer to find out from a far distance.

So we bust open the windows with our bats.

To give you an image of the room we were in, it’s small, to begin with. It’s a one room little gallery type of place with big windows overlooking a garden. A relaxing room, if there weren’t life threatening circumstances surrounding our entrance.

My girlfriend has a larger upstairs, 3 rooms and a hall, but the 2 rooms that have windows face into the back, too. I don’t understand why nobody in this neighborhood wants to look into the street.
She says the community cult owner people built all of these like this.

Anyway.

We break open the windows and climb out onto the ledge. We are a good bit up, but there are bushes below that should, as long as we land feet/butt first, break our fall and leave us relatively unharmed.

We jumped.We all were a little sore, but were fine. When we ran past the house, I saw that our dead friend had more injuries than I thought. He now had bites out of him.

I wonder if I missed those before, or if they were fresh.

We managed to make it home without those things following.
They must not have put together what the shatter of glass meant.
So we locked in. We ran out of plywood a while ago, I’m just glad she had any on hand at all.

So now we live in this fortified little hell hole.
It was night time when we went into that room. It was night when we got here. The whole day has been us waiting and planning. Thank god for those culty builders. They provided all houses with maps of the city and such. They are firm believers of ‘be prepared, whether you want to be or not’. Guess they teamed up with Mormons to get that storage facility built.

Really an uninteresting day. Just running and being scared.

We’re seeing about ways out of the city. If more of these things rise up, we are screwed.

i’m so glad I’m here. I’m safer here, and feel much happier knowing everybody is safe.

And the frozen line of traffic on the interstate must be horrifying now.

We don’t know where we’ll go. But we’ll figure something out.

Those things didn’t knock today. Maybe they found some other food. Maybe the man who wrote us that note is….

Nevermind.

We need to sleep.

Peace.

Day 17

Ok this day is worse than day one.

I’m so scared. Holy shit this is bad. Something horrible just happened out here.

First off, we’re all alive. we’re shaken and terrifyed, but we’re alive. We are inside the house, all with our bats. I have my pistol ready to fire.

I shoot to kill now. I have to.

I figured I would write this out in case this is my last transmission, so somebody knows what happened.

We were outside of the house again. we had walked about a mile out to a different part of the suburb. There is the food storage place here (as it turns out, this development is owned by a group of Mormon contractors. Thus, they were prepared for the apocolypse. Apparently they have food/supply depositories all over the country and can mobilize in case of emergency) that I talked about earlier. Well we decided to see if we could get in to see what supplies they had stored inside.

The door wasn’t locked.

We went in, all was quiet. As usual. So we found blankets, canned foods, etc etc and noted down important things that we may need in the future.

What was interesting was waht we found in the office.

A note. Dated only a few days ago. And not more than 17, so the writer survived with us.

“dear survivors, take what you need. Please, no more than that. Whatever has happened outside has spared me and another who was in this facility overnight. If anybody else finds this, please do not lose hope. I believe others have been saved. Now you know others have been saved. I live in this community, I live at 1024 Arborhouse Street. I am taking refuge there. Please find me. Knock, ring the doorbell, whatever. Just find me.”

So we, of course, hauled ass to 1024 Arborhouse. It wasn’t that far, either. About three fourths of a mile from our house. We realized what house it was when we got there.

Once or twice we’ve passed one house that we didn’t want to go near. It just felt wrong to see. A window in the front was broken, a floor lamp had crashed through it. It looked so freaky for some reason. every house seemed fine but this one. It was the only one with a blemish on it, the only broken house. So we just passed it. No big deal.

This time it was different. It was 1024 Arborhouse.

So we shouted for the survivors. We begged them to come out. We didn’t want to get close. Now we really didn’t want to. These people had not fortified, and had been there for days. They were the ones beating on the door.

When I told the other two this, we all stopped yelling. We only had yelled a little, though, so maybe the people inside didn’t hear us.

There was no way the nice Mormon who lived here would be the horrible thing outisde the door, my girlfriend claimed. But this was the only solution. That, or he was dead and people had taken his house.

We decided to get a little closer to the door, maybe we could see something inside.  I took out my pistol, just to make sure. It may be tiny, but it sure works better than a cricket bat.

Well I never made it to the door. I saw in the broken window what had happened.

It was a large window, mostly shattered. When i stared in, I saw the writer. Or who i guessed was the writer. He had fallen onto the lamp and knocked it over through the window. But he never moved after he fell. He was still there, eyes paniced and open. Something had to have killed him

His friend had to have done it. The man on the floor had a disgustingly misshapen neck, it must have been broken.

I couldn’t take it. I had to run back to the girls. We couldn’t do it. The one hope we had was dead on the floor, and now the last survivor in the community was a murderer. We had to get home. It’s safe there. So we started to run back.

We didn’t care if they other guy was dead at that point. We just felt terrified. Just…scared.

Then we turned the corner. A thousand or so feet away sat the house.

The windows.

The door.

The walls.

And the things that were trying to force there ways through them. Six of them.

Six disgusting, horrible creatures trying to get into our home.

We hadn’t noticed, but we had to pass by the body we put a blanket over on our way to the storage area.

The blanket was there.

The body was not.

It was currently at our window, tryhing to pry through the wood. Our friend fainted, my girlfriend screamed. I nearly did both. We grabbed our friend as fast as we could and pulled her to the corner. We were near the second house. We had to get in it.

We shouldn’t have taken the knocking and scratching so lightly. We should’ve been more worried. We should’ve realized whatever it was wasn’t something we could ignore. Why didn’t we take it more seriously? Why weren’t we more scared? We just let it go by! And now we’re trapped in the second floor of the unfortified house we stole from dead people.

And because of the scream, those monsters are outside the door to the stairs.

I’m ready to kill them again.

If I can.

We camp here. No one will sleep. I’m ready to kill those sons of bitches. I’m ready to end every single one if they get through that door.

We can break the back windows and hold off from the small ledge out there.

Not long. But maybe we can figure something out.

Right now, we just need to survive.

We all need to stop crying. they probalby can smell or hear us.
Help us.

Somebody.

Help

Day 16 and 17

I slept almost all of yesterday.
All my lack of sleep hit me and I just didn’t wake up. The girls were worried, but they thought I just needed sleep.
Which I did.

So now I’m awake and ready to go. No idea what we’re doing today.

I’ll tell you later.
I’m still a little sleepy…

peace

Day 15, early 16

Jeeze im tired.

I finished getting the rest of my crap out of my car and stored in her house.

All my clothes are here now. I found my favorite hoodie, a Christmas present from her one year. It’s got the Hylian Shield on the front, swords nad arrows crossing behind. I’m a huge zelda fan. And fortunatly, I haven’t played any zelda recently due to the fact that I left my Wii up here with my girlfriend.

Which means i have it back now.

So as soon as I stop panicing about the world, I can sit down for some games.

anyway, I digress.

But it is a cool hoodie…

So today was spent with the first of our ‘power raids’. We scouted out houses nearby that had power on. It seemed like most were empty, just stupid people who think it’s ok to leave lights on 24/7, even when people aren’t home. And not even like flood lights or stuff to scare off burglers. Like bathroom lights, and unimportant things that just rack up the bill and suck up energy.

So anyway, we went into one house (front door unlocked. Very trusting community. Cult.) and shut off all the lights we could find. Nobody was home, a very good thing for us. We have a map of the community (thanks to the handy pamphlet provided by the cult), and marked that this is a good shelter for us. No bodies, full of food.

Well, no bodies we saw/smelled. It seemed safe.

But that was a stressful time. We were so scared to go in there, just the thought of running into a corpse around the corner was horrifying. Especially because we have spent some of each night talking about what we have seen over the past few days.
You’ve heard my stories. I’ll tell you about their stories later.

So we were all terrifyed, but made it through. Whatever tried to punch through our walls and door didn’t hit this house, as there were no bloody marks. We made sure to lock the door behind us, once we got in. We didn’t want to be followed.

They kept a spare set of keys in a kitchen cabinet. Just by luck we found that.
So now we can lock it from the outside.

It’s comforting knowing we have a spare shelter.

Anyway, I’m exhausted. We tried to open another two houses, but they were locked.

We honestly didn’t do a lot of work today. I guess all the stress and lack of a good, comfortable sleep are catching up with me.

I’ll head in.

Night.

Peace.

Still alive

We came down a few hours ago. The hitting and scratching and stuff got really really intense. I think the four sounds I heard were the only things that hit the house. After they stopped, we walked down and made sure all the doors and windows were still secured. One door of the house, the back door into the yard, was unlocked and unbolted.

Which meant someone could be inside.

So we took out the three bats and my gun and wandered through the house.
And, as if on cue for a horror movie, the freaking power cut. The girls say that power stays off for anywhere from an hour to four hours. It apparently is always the same hours too, but more on that later.

So anyway, we’re slowly opening closets and making sure nothing is hiding in bedrooms. In the dark. With weapons.

Nothing was here.
But now my girlfriends friend is paranoid that something got in and we just can’t find it. Or worse, that other things can get in later through other ways we forgot.

We’ve made sure to lock everything as tight as we can. We’re going to fortify stuff better, too.

I want to know what the hell was making all that noise.
We only found some bloody prints again, just like last time. Gross as hell.

Ick.

Anyway. After that attack, I am so never investigating that sound again.

If it starts happening, we are to hide. They hit that door hard, and there were nasty cracks in the glass (the window they hit had plywood inside. In hindsight, bad idea. We’ll be updating that soon). Whatever it was wanted in.

I vote crazed marauders.

Time to go nail some boards.

Peace

Hiding Blind

Day Fourteen

Louder noises outside. Creepy.

Like just now. In the daylight this time.
So I opened the door and went out. I heard something around the corner, but my girlfriend called me and told me to stay away from it for now.

I’m not going to argue with that though. She was worried about me, and I was certainly worried about me.

I don’t want to mess with whatever is out there.

Oh crap it started again…

So creepy.

Holy crap it’s happening on a different wall.

Holy crap there are two scratchers. This is freaking me out.

I have Vinny with me now. He’s my bat of choice. Swings just a little bit faster in my opinion.

Holy crap holy crap i’m freaking out.  a third one just started scratching on one side. That or one of them just decided to scratch much harder. It sounds like they are trying to tear down the wall.

Oh my god they are hitting the glass. We have plywood blocking out all of the windows on this floor, but still.
Dear god….

I’m ready to blast these buggers.
Don’t you dare try and take this house. I will end you all.

Damnit they’re at the door now too. Four hits. Four freaking hits. I can hear where each is.

I’m going upstairs and locking the doors.

I’m going to make sure everybody is ok.

I’ll turn this siege into a massacre if those bastards try to break into this house.