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And It Began...

Dear Diary,

It's a chilling night, the moon is shining bright. Oh! But I can hear wolves and dogs howling. And a tree fell. Someone screamed! I am waiting for them to come, for it is a zombie apocalypse! Blood and bones are scattered everywhere. If you had eyes, you would have seen the blood mosaic in the backyard. But whoever is reading it, make yourself safe, 'cause they will come to get you.

Dear Reader,

When you see them, don't panic, stand still. Stand still until they are at an arm's distance. And then....

Jesus! They have came! I wish I was playing Plants versus Zombies, but no this is real! This is completely insane! They are in the backyard. They look horrible!

....they are marching towards the kitchen! But hey wait! It's a familiar noise. I can't believe they are frying something. Maybe a bacon or an egg, who knows... Zombies like brains! Oh maybe they are trying to cook someone's brain for their midnight feast! 

They don't know I am here because if they did, they would have came to get me. There is no way to escape, am I gonna see another day?

Oh my! Someone is trying to open the door, the knob is stuck. They are slamming the door, there's a lot of noise.....

My dearest diary, I think they went away, there is slience out there. I guess I should go out and have a look. But the reader should keep in mind that if I don't return....

THEY WILL COME AND GET YOU TOO...!

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And It Began...

Dear Diary,
It's a chilling night, the moon is shining bright. Oh! But I can hear wolves and dogs howling. And a tree fell. Someone screamed! I am waiting for them to come, for it is a zombie apocalypse! Blood and bones are scattered everywhere. If you had eyes, you would have seen the blood mosaic in the backyard. But whoever is reading it, make yourself safe, 'cause they will come to get you.
Dear Reader,
When you see them, don't panic, stand still. Stand still until they are at an arm's distance. And then....
Jesus! They have came! I wish I was playing Plants versus Zombies, but no this is real! This is completely insane! They are in the backyard. They look horrible!
....they are marching towards the kitchen! But hey wait! It's a familiar noise. I can't believe they are frying something. Maybe a bacon or an egg, who knows... Zombies like brains! Oh maybe they are trying to cook someone's brain for their midnight feast! 
They don't know I am here because if they did, they would have came to get me. There is no way to escape, am I gonna see another day?
Oh my! Someone is trying to open the door, the knob is stuck. They are slamming the door, there's a lot of noise.....
My dearest diary, I think they went away, there is slience out there. I guess I should go out and have a look. But the reader should keep in mind that if I don't return....

THEY WILL COME AND GET YOU TOO...!



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Day One

My mom was watching the news when I woke up this morning. It was one of the usual stories of murder and destruction. My mom said that the story was about a person that had attacked and eaten a person in a park. I said that there's places all over the world where cannibalism is okay.

I wasn't interested in the news but I still sat there with my mom and we watched. The story from the morning continued. They said that when the police came onto the scene they tried to apprehend the criminal. The criminal resisted and the police shot him. The problem? He didn't stop moving? The news anchor said that it was something like The Walking Dead. 

I changed the channel, people were making a big deal out of nothing.

I took a nap until 5pm, it would've been longer but my mom came into my room crying. She told me that my uncle found his daughter being eaten alive by their neighbor. By the time my uncle found her she was already dead, apparently, I think it was more like he saw it and didn't want to do anything. I told my mom that it was okay and that we were going to be okay. After all, my uncle lived ten miles away from us, whatever was going on with that would be far away from here.

I was wrong, my uncle showed up an hour ago. He's not looking too good. We decided not to call 911 because while he looks really sick it's not like he's bleeding from his eyes. 

Reminder to myself, do my the synthesis paper tomorrow. My teacher will understand due to the chaos of tonight. Maybe there wont be school tomorrow? That'd be cool.

I'll write this here and hope that someone finds it. I hope that someone finds me. Please find me. I'm going to hide in the attic. Something's wrong with my mom, I heard her fighting with my uncle ten minutes ago in her bedroom. Not long after I heard her calling for me. It didn't sound like my mom, maybe I'm paranoid, but I saw blood in her room. I went into the attic and now I'm writing this.

I heard my mom and uncle running around the house, I'm using the light from my cell phone to illuminate enough for me to write. I don't know if I'll make it through this but if anyone is reading this, if you're reading this. 

I'm in the attic. My name is Erica, please help me!

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Day One
My mom was watching the news when I woke up this morning. It was one of the usual stories of murder and destruction. My mom said that the story was about a person that had attacked and eaten a person in a park. I said that there's places all over the world where cannibalism is okay.

I wasn't interested in the news but I still sat there with my mom and we watched. The story from the morning continued. They said that when the police came onto the scene they tried to apprehend the criminal. The criminal resisted and the police shot him. The problem? He didn't stop moving? The news anchor said that it was something like The Walking Dead. 

I changed the channel, people were making a big deal out of nothing.

I took a nap until 5pm, it would've been longer but my mom came into my room crying. She told me that my uncle found his daughter being eaten alive by their neighbor. By the time my uncle found her she was already dead, apparently, I think it was more like he saw it and didn't want to do anything. I told my mom that it was okay and that we were going to be okay. After all, my uncle lived ten miles away from us, whatever was going on with that would be far away from here.

I was wrong, my uncle showed up an hour ago. He's not looking too good. We decided not to call 911 because while he looks really sick it's not like he's bleeding from his eyes. 

Reminder to myself, do my the synthesis paper tomorrow. My teacher will understand due to the chaos of tonight. Maybe there wont be school tomorrow? That'd be cool.

I'll write this here and hope that someone finds it. I hope that someone finds me. Please find me. I'm going to hide in the attic. Something's wrong with my mom, I heard her fighting with my uncle ten minutes ago in her bedroom. Not long after I heard her calling for me. It didn't sound like my mom, maybe I'm paranoid, but I saw blood in her room. I went into the attic and now I'm writing this.

I heard my mom and uncle running around the house, I'm using the light from my cell phone to illuminate enough for me to write. I don't know if I'll make it through this but if anyone is reading this, if you're reading this. 

I'm in the attic. My name is Erica, please help me!
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Unknown

I don't know what day it is or where I am. I have the taste of dust in my mouth and also blood from where something happened, but I don't know what. My name is Abigail. I have no parents left, no friends, no siblings, no...anything.

     My mind is wandering now, and I might as well write out what I am thinking about, because I probably won't remember it later.

     I am thinking of how much I used to hate my family. I don't now. I loved them then, I suppose, just not as much as I do now. It's lonely here, in this desolate city, wiped clean by asteroids, germ warfare, and gang wars. We are few, we are scarce, and there are many deaths. I don't know what to do any more. I wonder what my dad would do. He was a scientist, a brilliant one who tried to prevent the rapid forest fires and disease that followed after the asteroid strike. My dad would tell me to make a water purifier, and search for protected shelter. Something that would protect me from the polluted, acidic rain, the oppressive heat, and roving bands of gangsters.

     I swallow hard and roll over in the grit, head reeling as I slip off into the darkness again.

I still don't know what day it is. It's dark, but it's not because it's night. It's going to storm. My head is foggy and my vision blurry. My skin is cracked and bleeding, my hair is a tangled mess and my mouth is dried out and my lips cracked and swollen. My hip aches from how I was sleeping on it, and my right knee won't work properly since the infected cut a few days ago.

     The shelter I am in should last through the storm--it is a jungle gym of steel beams and twisted debris, sand piled up on all sides. There is a small tunnel through it all, and someone had to have lived here before me. I am scared that whoever it is will come back, but I think they're dead.

     I blink in the darkness, before standing shakily to my feet. I really have to use the bathroom but I don't want to risk the storm or the attention of gangs. I don't have a choice, though.

     I pull in a deep breath and make my way over to the tunnel and crawl through. Once I reach the outside, I am glad I came. It's dark and windy but the sun is like a flaming orb on the horizon. The black crows that fly, silhouetted against it almost make me laugh, because it looks like an uglier version of a picture that used to hang on our living room wall.

     After relieving myself, I hurry back inside as the winds pick up and the sand flies everywhere. I get some in my eye but I ignore the stinging because I can hear shouts and I know someone--gangs or nor--is coming to find shelter. My heart beats faster at the possibility that they know I'm here.

     The wind picks up, carrying their shouts away from me as I curl up in a tight bunch against the raging winds. I feel myself drifting away even though I struggle to stay awake. It's no good. I sigh inwardly, resigning myself to the fact that not only am I sick, but I have caught the Virus.

     Death by gangs seems appealing over this. 

     I have the Virus, I think to myself in fear. I drift away. 

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Unknown
I don't know what day it is or where I am. I have the taste of dust in my mouth and also blood from where something happened, but I don't know what. My name is Abigail. I have no parents left, no friends, no siblings, no...anything.
     My mind is wandering now, and I might as well write out what I am thinking about, because I probably won't remember it later.
     I am thinking of how much I used to hate my family. I don't now. I loved them then, I suppose, just not as much as I do now. It's lonely here, in this desolate city, wiped clean by asteroids, germ warfare, and gang wars. We are few, we are scarce, and there are many deaths. I don't know what to do any more. I wonder what my dad would do. He was a scientist, a brilliant one who tried to prevent the rapid forest fires and disease that followed after the asteroid strike. My dad would tell me to make a water purifier, and search for protected shelter. Something that would protect me from the polluted, acidic rain, the oppressive heat, and roving bands of gangsters.
     I swallow hard and roll over in the grit, head reeling as I slip off into the darkness again.

I still don't know what day it is. It's dark, but it's not because it's night. It's going to storm. My head is foggy and my vision blurry. My skin is cracked and bleeding, my hair is a tangled mess and my mouth is dried out and my lips cracked and swollen. My hip aches from how I was sleeping on it, and my right knee won't work properly since the infected cut a few days ago.
     The shelter I am in should last through the storm--it is a jungle gym of steel beams and twisted debris, sand piled up on all sides. There is a small tunnel through it all, and someone had to have lived here before me. I am scared that whoever it is will come back, but I think they're dead.
     I blink in the darkness, before standing shakily to my feet. I really have to use the bathroom but I don't want to risk the storm or the attention of gangs. I don't have a choice, though.
     I pull in a deep breath and make my way over to the tunnel and crawl through. Once I reach the outside, I am glad I came. It's dark and windy but the sun is like a flaming orb on the horizon. The black crows that fly, silhouetted against it almost make me laugh, because it looks like an uglier version of a picture that used to hang on our living room wall.
     After relieving myself, I hurry back inside as the winds pick up and the sand flies everywhere. I get some in my eye but I ignore the stinging because I can hear shouts and I know someone--gangs or nor--is coming to find shelter. My heart beats faster at the possibility that they know I'm here.
     The wind picks up, carrying their shouts away from me as I curl up in a tight bunch against the raging winds. I feel myself drifting away even though I struggle to stay awake. It's no good. I sigh inwardly, resigning myself to the fact that not only am I sick, but I have caught the Virus.
     Death by gangs seems appealing over this. 
     I have the Virus, I think to myself in fear. I drift away. 
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Outbreak in Basic

I wake up to a loud thud. Instinctually, my body jerks upright, but I'm quickly pulled back down from the soreness of my body. The thud is louder this time, coming from the hallways. I take a deep breath and think, 'Day four. I can do this. Every day is easier than the last in Basic Training.'

The doors are thrown open, plowing the metal bin and awakening everyone except PVT Dennis, who is right beside the doors. We've seen this twice already, we know what's about to happen. At least we think we do.

We all jump from our cots and stand at attention as two drill sergeants charge towards him, I feel bad for how badly he's about to get chewed out. Suddenly he screams. The hell are they doing to him?

Moments later a drill sergeant leaves PVT Dennis and trips over the bed as he launches onto a different PVT. The PVT buckles to the ground with a yelp of pain as the Drill Sergeant climbs atop him. We are all shocked, standing at attention, staring forward as trained.

PVT Dennis rolls off the bed, slamming the ground with what looks like a seizure. Across the room a PVT breaks his composure as he runs to Dennis, but he is tackled in the mid-hall. The private's face cracks Dennis's footlocker, after the loud snap he goes limp.

I break my own composure, looking around. PVT Baker lays in the cot below me, shaking violently with foam spewing out the mouth. A PVT yells, "Fuck this!" He runs for the front door, but turns corner to find Drill Sergeant Koddak, the meanest man in history, bleeding from the face in his tattered pajamas. The PVT stands there for a second, half expecting an order for push-ups. Drill Sergeant Koddak lunges for the private.

I quickly jolt in the other direction, along with a few other PVTs. With no real exit except the front door, I and 6 others run into the male head. We tried to let others in, but they were laced with insane drill sergeants and I think I saw a bloodier version of PVT Dennis after us.

The door is rammed, slammed, kicked, and pounded by screaming privates. Cries of pain echoing the perimeter. Then PVT Smith vomits on PVT Cook, falling to the ground in a seizure. PVT Smith is far too strong for us to even harm, and PVT Cook may need killed too.

He knows by the look in our eyes we don't trust him, he grabs the only broom and breaks the head, backing into the corner defensively. Someone tries to calm him when PVT Smith lurches to my leg.

He jumps for another's leg as I stumble backward. My leg quickly tingles as if asleep. I feel dizzy. Still backing up, my leg is shorted by the toilet bowl, throwing my headfirst onto the wet floor.

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Outbreak in Basic
I wake up to a loud thud. Instinctually, my body jerks upright, but I'm quickly pulled back down from the soreness of my body. The thud is louder this time, coming from the hallways. I take a deep breath and think, 'Day four. I can do this. Every day is easier than the last in Basic Training.'

The doors are thrown open, plowing the metal bin and awakening everyone except PVT Dennis, who is right beside the doors. We've seen this twice already, we know what's about to happen. At least we think we do.

We all jump from our cots and stand at attention as two drill sergeants charge towards him, I feel bad for how badly he's about to get chewed out. Suddenly he screams. The hell are they doing to him?

Moments later a drill sergeant leaves PVT Dennis and trips over the bed as he launches onto a different PVT. The PVT buckles to the ground with a yelp of pain as the Drill Sergeant climbs atop him. We are all shocked, standing at attention, staring forward as trained.

PVT Dennis rolls off the bed, slamming the ground with what looks like a seizure. Across the room a PVT breaks his composure as he runs to Dennis, but he is tackled in the mid-hall. The private's face cracks Dennis's footlocker, after the loud snap he goes limp.

I break my own composure, looking around. PVT Baker lays in the cot below me, shaking violently with foam spewing out the mouth. A PVT yells, "Fuck this!" He runs for the front door, but turns corner to find Drill Sergeant Koddak, the meanest man in history, bleeding from the face in his tattered pajamas. The PVT stands there for a second, half expecting an order for push-ups. Drill Sergeant Koddak lunges for the private.

I quickly jolt in the other direction, along with a few other PVTs. With no real exit except the front door, I and 6 others run into the male head. We tried to let others in, but they were laced with insane drill sergeants and I think I saw a bloodier version of PVT Dennis after us.

The door is rammed, slammed, kicked, and pounded by screaming privates. Cries of pain echoing the perimeter. Then PVT Smith vomits on PVT Cook, falling to the ground in a seizure. PVT Smith is far too strong for us to even harm, and PVT Cook may need killed too.

He knows by the look in our eyes we don't trust him, he grabs the only broom and breaks the head, backing into the corner defensively. Someone tries to calm him when PVT Smith lurches to my leg.

He jumps for another's leg as I stumble backward. My leg quickly tingles as if asleep. I feel dizzy. Still backing up, my leg is shorted by the toilet bowl, throwing my headfirst onto the wet floor.
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The Council

The members of the august world body had been at it for more than six hours of often rancorous debate and insensitive interjections. Reports were waved around, facts were bandied about. Each speaker claimed to have the ultimate statistics. Truth was, nobody really know how many people in the world were affected and how many were still safe.

When he had had enough, the President interrupted one of the members just as he was about to commence his speech, telling him to can it.

It can wait till tomorrow, the President said. People will continue to die tonight. People will continue to be born tonight. People will continue to die and be reborn tonight. Nothing you have to say here can prevent that, but you can go out and do something about it. So let’s close today’s session, go about our work in the night and get back to it tomorrow.

There was almost unanimous agreement among the delegates. All of them were feeling the urge, the lust. Only the delegate who had been about to speak when the President interrupted wanted to continue, at till he had delivered his speech.

He was ignored.

They wrapped up and trudged out, the reborn members of the UN Security Council and their army of aides. There was work to do, and lots of it.

There were so many people in the world still uninfected.

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The Council
The members of the august world body had been at it for more than six hours of often rancorous debate and insensitive interjections. Reports were waved around, facts were bandied about. Each speaker claimed to have the ultimate statistics. Truth was, nobody really know how many people in the world were affected and how many were still safe.
When he had had enough, the President interrupted one of the members just as he was about to commence his speech, telling him to can it.

It can wait till tomorrow, the President said. People will continue to die tonight. People will continue to be born tonight. People will continue to die and be reborn tonight. Nothing you have to say here can prevent that, but you can go out and do something about it. So let’s close today’s session, go about our work in the night and get back to it tomorrow.

There was almost unanimous agreement among the delegates. All of them were feeling the urge, the lust. Only the delegate who had been about to speak when the President interrupted wanted to continue, at till he had delivered his speech.

He was ignored.

They wrapped up and trudged out, the reborn members of the UN Security Council and their army of aides. There was work to do, and lots of it.

There were so many people in the world still uninfected.

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Operation Dung Beetle

Dear Diary…hahahaha…Diary. What am I a prepubescent little girl? Nope, but Rocco is. I woke up to him screaming like one. Which is funny because it’s never a pretty sight to see a giant black man whimpering like a stuck pig, especially when your head is pounding from tequila shots from the night before. The single mom that he brought back to the penthouse we rented in Trump Tower for Salty’s bachelor weekend was attempting to eat his face off. Which was rather unfortunate because I lost the autographed KISS guitar that we lifted from The Rio bashing the little hussy’s head in. In hindsight, the putters that Django bought from the put-put golf would have posed a better weapon choice. I never did understand his affinity for random trinkets as souvenirs but he was the intellectual one as his love for Jazz awarded his nickname. A ginger as a Jazz fan. Interesting to say the least.

Since I’m on the topic of nicknames, Salty got his serving in Iraq. A MARSOC Recon member he was on the first wave into Baghdad and he was on one of the first medevac helicopters out when an insurgent’s AK-47 round clipped his right testicle clean off. That is where he met Geronimo and I. Rocco, an Army Ranger assigned to the 2nd Ranger Battalion spends his off time volunteering as a nursing assistant in an extended care facility, hence Saint Rocco. Then there is Geronimo. He was born in Cuba and immigrated to the United States in the 90’s. He’s pretty racist, and if you know anything about the real Geronimo you can figure out who he hates. Geronimo and I work together in a manner of speaking. Geronimo is a Pararescuemen and we flew Salty’s skinny white butt out when he got clipped. Rocco we all met in Okinawa during a hard night of drinking. I’ll write about his butterfly tattoo that he got there another time. I have to save the ink because this pen is straight FUBAR.

Back on target, after wasting Kim or Diane or whatever the hell her name was I immediately projectile vomited straight beer all over Rocco’s leg. I made this day even harder on myself which was evident with last night’s antics still undigested all over Rocco. We made our way to one of the bedrooms to find a giant of a woman towering at least 6’2” and pushing 250lbs spooning Geronimo like a baby. In the bathroom, Salty woke up when we entered. He was floating in what appeared to be a mixture of bathwater, vomit, urine and probably some tears wearing a snorkel and mask yelling, “I’m a Navy Seal”.

It was at that point we heard yelling from back in the bedroom. As we got there, Geronimo was choking the life out of the woman and exclaiming at the top of his lungs, “If I can survive Castro, I can survive anything”! The commotion rattled the cheap painting off the wall and onto the giants head saving her from what would have been a communist beat down. We finally made our way back to the kitchen area where we found Django making coffee. His exact words were, “If this is what I think it is, I’m not starting this day without some java.”

Yes, we took five and drank some coffee and talked about what we were going to do. Django, our neighborhood friendly intelligence junkie turned on the television and just like in the movies, the destruction and mayhem was everywhere. As usual the government was aware of the threat months ago and had found a vaccine. One they had already gave to us grunt types, the anthrax series. Apparently, the North Koreans had created a superbug based upon anthrax. Luckily for us, we have been given every available shot and look, still no autism!

Our situation was not exactly looking bright. We were in a skyscraper full of potential face eaters with limited weaponry and a hangover that Charlie Sheen could relate to. Django reminded us the reason we didn’t have any weapons was because of all the security surrounding the President. We didn’t know if he was in the building and not that we cared at this point but the Secret Service was bound to have some sort of armory in the building.

So, we set out to the top floor not knowing if we were going to be able to find the weapons cache let alone get inside of it. As we made it up the stairwells we encountered little resistance armed with metal stakes forged from the ironing boards we found in the rooms. Which was a bit interesting considering if you could afford a place like that wouldn’t you want to send your laundry out? Anyways, luckily one of the resistors was a maintenance man roaming the stairwells which he kindly handed over the all access pass when Rocco stuck him with his iron spear…hahaha iron spear…

We finally made it to the top when a shot grazed Salty’s shoulder. Just our luck, the disease infested face eaters still have the mental capacity to use weaponry. However, it wasn’t the case. A lone secret service agent was still around. After the long ordeal of convincing him we were who we said we were which I’ll spare you the details of we were informed that the President was still alive along with his wife, his daughter, and Hillary Clinton. Yes, Hillary fucking Rodham Clinton. Apparently Donald, was in a strange lover’s triangle with Hillary and his wife Melania. The only thing we can figure out is it was some kind of dominance or power thing.

Django was right. The Secret Service agent, which we will name Bob let us in to the armory. We never got his name because he didn’t last much longer due to good ol’ slick willy, former President Bill Clinton himself came out from behind some curtains and piranha’d his ass. You’d think it was one of us “commando” types that would have speared him through one of his eye sockets. But you’d be wrong, it was Hillary Clinton. She unholstered the special agent’s gun, fired three rounds like a boss. The last of the three couldn’t have been put more centered into slick willy’s forehead. The first two, although I didn’t visually confirm, but best guess. One for each one of his testicles. All the guy’s started smiling and looked at Salty. Geronimo said to Salty, “You can relate can’t you”.

After confirming Hillary did in fact have ice water running through her veins we disarmed her and geared up ourselves. I obviously once the situation calmed down claimed dibs on Ivanka. Which didn’t go over well with the President, but I’m committed to winning him over. This damn pen. Alright, to sum things up because I’m pretty sure I don’t have much juice left we decided that it was our duty to protect the President and his hair of course, I mean heir….or did I? Anyways, I’m leaving this in the Secret Service safe house vault we ended up at tonight in case anybody comes looking for us. We are headed towards the place the President met “Lewinsky and Harding”. Apparently you suit wearing types know where that is otherwise I will let you draw your own conclusions. Anyways, I hope to tell you the rest of the story sometime. I’ll give you a hint, they picked to wrong day to protest the military and the use of drones in downtown today!

Oh last thing, they call me FJ! After the rapper….F….

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Operation Dung Beetle
Dear Diary…hahahaha…Diary. What am I a prepubescent little girl? Nope, but Rocco is. I woke up to him screaming like one. Which is funny because it’s never a pretty sight to see a giant black man whimpering like a stuck pig, especially when your head is pounding from tequila shots from the night before. The single mom that he brought back to the penthouse we rented in Trump Tower for Salty’s bachelor weekend was attempting to eat his face off. Which was rather unfortunate because I lost the autographed KISS guitar that we lifted from The Rio bashing the little hussy’s head in. In hindsight, the putters that Django bought from the put-put golf would have posed a better weapon choice. I never did understand his affinity for random trinkets as souvenirs but he was the intellectual one as his love for Jazz awarded his nickname. A ginger as a Jazz fan. Interesting to say the least.
Since I’m on the topic of nicknames, Salty got his serving in Iraq. A MARSOC Recon member he was on the first wave into Baghdad and he was on one of the first medevac helicopters out when an insurgent’s AK-47 round clipped his right testicle clean off. That is where he met Geronimo and I. Rocco, an Army Ranger assigned to the 2nd Ranger Battalion spends his off time volunteering as a nursing assistant in an extended care facility, hence Saint Rocco. Then there is Geronimo. He was born in Cuba and immigrated to the United States in the 90’s. He’s pretty racist, and if you know anything about the real Geronimo you can figure out who he hates. Geronimo and I work together in a manner of speaking. Geronimo is a Pararescuemen and we flew Salty’s skinny white butt out when he got clipped. Rocco we all met in Okinawa during a hard night of drinking. I’ll write about his butterfly tattoo that he got there another time. I have to save the ink because this pen is straight FUBAR.
Back on target, after wasting Kim or Diane or whatever the hell her name was I immediately projectile vomited straight beer all over Rocco’s leg. I made this day even harder on myself which was evident with last night’s antics still undigested all over Rocco. We made our way to one of the bedrooms to find a giant of a woman towering at least 6’2” and pushing 250lbs spooning Geronimo like a baby. In the bathroom, Salty woke up when we entered. He was floating in what appeared to be a mixture of bathwater, vomit, urine and probably some tears wearing a snorkel and mask yelling, “I’m a Navy Seal”.
It was at that point we heard yelling from back in the bedroom. As we got there, Geronimo was choking the life out of the woman and exclaiming at the top of his lungs, “If I can survive Castro, I can survive anything”! The commotion rattled the cheap painting off the wall and onto the giants head saving her from what would have been a communist beat down. We finally made our way back to the kitchen area where we found Django making coffee. His exact words were, “If this is what I think it is, I’m not starting this day without some java.”
Yes, we took five and drank some coffee and talked about what we were going to do. Django, our neighborhood friendly intelligence junkie turned on the television and just like in the movies, the destruction and mayhem was everywhere. As usual the government was aware of the threat months ago and had found a vaccine. One they had already gave to us grunt types, the anthrax series. Apparently, the North Koreans had created a superbug based upon anthrax. Luckily for us, we have been given every available shot and look, still no autism!
Our situation was not exactly looking bright. We were in a skyscraper full of potential face eaters with limited weaponry and a hangover that Charlie Sheen could relate to. Django reminded us the reason we didn’t have any weapons was because of all the security surrounding the President. We didn’t know if he was in the building and not that we cared at this point but the Secret Service was bound to have some sort of armory in the building.
So, we set out to the top floor not knowing if we were going to be able to find the weapons cache let alone get inside of it. As we made it up the stairwells we encountered little resistance armed with metal stakes forged from the ironing boards we found in the rooms. Which was a bit interesting considering if you could afford a place like that wouldn’t you want to send your laundry out? Anyways, luckily one of the resistors was a maintenance man roaming the stairwells which he kindly handed over the all access pass when Rocco stuck him with his iron spear…hahaha iron spear…
We finally made it to the top when a shot grazed Salty’s shoulder. Just our luck, the disease infested face eaters still have the mental capacity to use weaponry. However, it wasn’t the case. A lone secret service agent was still around. After the long ordeal of convincing him we were who we said we were which I’ll spare you the details of we were informed that the President was still alive along with his wife, his daughter, and Hillary Clinton. Yes, Hillary fucking Rodham Clinton. Apparently Donald, was in a strange lover’s triangle with Hillary and his wife Melania. The only thing we can figure out is it was some kind of dominance or power thing.
Django was right. The Secret Service agent, which we will name Bob let us in to the armory. We never got his name because he didn’t last much longer due to good ol’ slick willy, former President Bill Clinton himself came out from behind some curtains and piranha’d his ass. You’d think it was one of us “commando” types that would have speared him through one of his eye sockets. But you’d be wrong, it was Hillary Clinton. She unholstered the special agent’s gun, fired three rounds like a boss. The last of the three couldn’t have been put more centered into slick willy’s forehead. The first two, although I didn’t visually confirm, but best guess. One for each one of his testicles. All the guy’s started smiling and looked at Salty. Geronimo said to Salty, “You can relate can’t you”.
After confirming Hillary did in fact have ice water running through her veins we disarmed her and geared up ourselves. I obviously once the situation calmed down claimed dibs on Ivanka. Which didn’t go over well with the President, but I’m committed to winning him over. This damn pen. Alright, to sum things up because I’m pretty sure I don’t have much juice left we decided that it was our duty to protect the President and his hair of course, I mean heir….or did I? Anyways, I’m leaving this in the Secret Service safe house vault we ended up at tonight in case anybody comes looking for us. We are headed towards the place the President met “Lewinsky and Harding”. Apparently you suit wearing types know where that is otherwise I will let you draw your own conclusions. Anyways, I hope to tell you the rest of the story sometime. I’ll give you a hint, they picked to wrong day to protest the military and the use of drones in downtown today!
Oh last thing, they call me FJ! After the rapper….F….

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Home Sweet Home !!

The only thing I, Hania, can think of at 11' O Clock at night is that Adeel is a big time jerk. I told him not to drink all the water, but like if he ever would listen to me then he wasn't Adeel, the jerk. Huh!!

It's the end of the world Dairy but you don't need to worry, I'll still share everything to you, until my last breath, remember my pledge? So its Zombie apocalypse; everything is rotting and stinks so pungent. The streets have been painted red in blood. Everything is so mundane, dull and dead. There is only silence in the lifeless atmosphere. Thank God!! I have Adeel with me; my annoying husband.

These newly born monsters are such dreadful entities. I am warning you -don't even try to look on their faces, you'll be disgusted to death. Allah!! - God- the first time I saw this monster this morning, literally I jolted so bad. Adeel came running to inquire if I was okay. Then he hugged me and kissed me to calm me down while telling that now I should get used to it.

You know the one I saw; his left ear was gone. No, wait !! I think the Zombie who turned him pulled his ear out and along his ear, his whole cheek came. So I could see his all teeth on his left side. I even saw some worms swimming in his flesh. Hayee !! I and Adeel were trying to count the number of worms on him, no I mean in him; I don't know, Whatever!! But they were infinite I think.

A lot of our neighbors have already died and turned into the ugliest creatures. I think Mrs. Tariq, Fouzia and Mohsin deserved that. Mrs. Tariq and Fouzia they always make a pack to embarrass me while criticizing about my way of life. Like who gave you that right ladies? AND Mohsin, Uff!! This guy is a total pervert, his gaze is so creepy, he gives me disgusting shivers. I never told Adeel about him, else you know man. He'd take out his eyes and play marbles with them.

So basically I was standing on my first floor, peeking out of the window, when I saw Mrs. Tariq and Fouzia becoming the meal of these ugliest newly born entities. Finally, these ladies did good to somebody and became handy. They have found a new family now and a new life style. Ha ha !! Hey, wait!! Is it my turn to jeer at their weird life style? Bloody, dirty people!!

You wouldn't believe this one, this zombie girl who preyed Mohsin took out his eyes from their sockets and ate them. I was like 'WOW' Did this just happened? Maybe this pervert had gawked her too when she was in her human and beautiful form.

Now you don't judge me Dairy, you know I am not that insensitive. I really felt bad when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Ali being dragged out of their houses and being ripped to death. They were such kind people, I was fond of them. Or that 'Sabzi-wala' -Vegetable vendor- who lives in that mansion as a housekeeper. It's land lord shifted to Australia and he couldn't just leave his property alone, so he asked this 'Sabzi-wala' ,whom he has known all his life, to take care of the place.

I really used to like this, 'Sabzi-wala'. He was such a generous and a good nature person. He always used to give me free 'Hari Mirch' -Green Chilies. Plus, he has an art to arrange all the vegetables on his 'thela' -Stall- so beautifully. Then he used to spray them with water after every half hour, so they always looked fresh and colorful.

The poor, little thing ended up being a beast too. Now there aren't any signs of generosity on his face. Rather there has been just one expression saying 'I'm gonna eat you in the most possible wildest way baby'.

There were literally tears in my eyes when I saw them dying. Their frightful and painful screams are still echoing in the back of my head. And their helpless eyes were full of terror and fear. But what could I have done in that situation? I am not that super active girl from the movie 'Resident Evil' who could easily kill ten zombies just by swinging her hands.

I should have learnt karate for the bad times.

I am so glad that I and Adeel haven't started a family yet. Imagine Dairy !! I would have died with a heart attack just to think that there are hundreds of Zombies roaming outside our house and there is no way we could save our little angel. Gosh !! Let's not think about it.

Anyways, I am so grateful to Adeel. Last year he got all the doors replaced with the most secured and strongest doors for security reasons. At that time I have been so much pissed off him for wasting money just like that. But, you know whatever happens its for the best. Now even if any zombie would try to break our doors, he'll end up breaking himself. So we are safe in our house for now.

Ohh Yeah !! I was telling you about Adeel. So we had only two bottles of mineral water left in the house.The rest are placed in the store and it's very dangerous to go there at this time.

Anyways, I got to go now. See what my stupid husband is doing, then we have to figure out a way to get those bottles from the store. And then I can't wait to sleep in the warm arms of my darling husband, my Home Sweet Home. I think no matter how badly he pisses me, I'll always love him unconditionally and without any reasons. Besides, we don't know how much time we have left to show our affection to each other.

For now I just know that we have survived the first day of Zombie Apocalypse.

Until next day Dairy,

Cheers. 

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Home Sweet Home !!
The only thing I, Hania, can think of at 11' O Clock at night is that Adeel is a big time jerk. I told him not to drink all the water, but like if he ever would listen to me then he wasn't Adeel, the jerk. Huh!!

It's the end of the world Dairy but you don't need to worry, I'll still share everything to you, until my last breath, remember my pledge? So its Zombie apocalypse; everything is rotting and stinks so pungent. The streets have been painted red in blood. Everything is so mundane, dull and dead. There is only silence in the lifeless atmosphere. Thank God!! I have Adeel with me; my annoying husband.

These newly born monsters are such dreadful entities. I am warning you -don't even try to look on their faces, you'll be disgusted to death. Allah!! - God- the first time I saw this monster this morning, literally I jolted so bad. Adeel came running to inquire if I was okay. Then he hugged me and kissed me to calm me down while telling that now I should get used to it.

You know the one I saw; his left ear was gone. No, wait !! I think the Zombie who turned him pulled his ear out and along his ear, his whole cheek came. So I could see his all teeth on his left side. I even saw some worms swimming in his flesh. Hayee !! I and Adeel were trying to count the number of worms on him, no I mean in him; I don't know, Whatever!! But they were infinite I think.

A lot of our neighbors have already died and turned into the ugliest creatures. I think Mrs. Tariq, Fouzia and Mohsin deserved that. Mrs. Tariq and Fouzia they always make a pack to embarrass me while criticizing about my way of life. Like who gave you that right ladies? AND Mohsin, Uff!! This guy is a total pervert, his gaze is so creepy, he gives me disgusting shivers. I never told Adeel about him, else you know man. He'd take out his eyes and play marbles with them.

So basically I was standing on my first floor, peeking out of the window, when I saw Mrs. Tariq and Fouzia becoming the meal of these ugliest newly born entities. Finally, these ladies did good to somebody and became handy. They have found a new family now and a new life style. Ha ha !! Hey, wait!! Is it my turn to jeer at their weird life style? Bloody, dirty people!!

You wouldn't believe this one, this zombie girl who preyed Mohsin took out his eyes from their sockets and ate them. I was like 'WOW' Did this just happened? Maybe this pervert had gawked her too when she was in her human and beautiful form.

Now you don't judge me Dairy, you know I am not that insensitive. I really felt bad when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Ali being dragged out of their houses and being ripped to death. They were such kind people, I was fond of them. Or that 'Sabzi-wala' -Vegetable vendor- who lives in that mansion as a housekeeper. It's land lord shifted to Australia and he couldn't just leave his property alone, so he asked this 'Sabzi-wala' ,whom he has known all his life, to take care of the place.

I really used to like this, 'Sabzi-wala'. He was such a generous and a good nature person. He always used to give me free 'Hari Mirch' -Green Chilies. Plus, he has an art to arrange all the vegetables on his 'thela' -Stall- so beautifully. Then he used to spray them with water after every half hour, so they always looked fresh and colorful.

The poor, little thing ended up being a beast too. Now there aren't any signs of generosity on his face. Rather there has been just one expression saying 'I'm gonna eat you in the most possible wildest way baby'.

There were literally tears in my eyes when I saw them dying. Their frightful and painful screams are still echoing in the back of my head. And their helpless eyes were full of terror and fear. But what could I have done in that situation? I am not that super active girl from the movie 'Resident Evil' who could easily kill ten zombies just by swinging her hands.

I should have learnt karate for the bad times.

I am so glad that I and Adeel haven't started a family yet. Imagine Dairy !! I would have died with a heart attack just to think that there are hundreds of Zombies roaming outside our house and there is no way we could save our little angel. Gosh !! Let's not think about it.

Anyways, I am so grateful to Adeel. Last year he got all the doors replaced with the most secured and strongest doors for security reasons. At that time I have been so much pissed off him for wasting money just like that. But, you know whatever happens its for the best. Now even if any zombie would try to break our doors, he'll end up breaking himself. So we are safe in our house for now.

Ohh Yeah !! I was telling you about Adeel. So we had only two bottles of mineral water left in the house.The rest are placed in the store and it's very dangerous to go there at this time.

Anyways, I got to go now. See what my stupid husband is doing, then we have to figure out a way to get those bottles from the store. And then I can't wait to sleep in the warm arms of my darling husband, my Home Sweet Home. I think no matter how badly he pisses me, I'll always love him unconditionally and without any reasons. Besides, we don't know how much time we have left to show our affection to each other.



For now I just know that we have survived the first day of Zombie Apocalypse.
Until next day Dairy,
Cheers. 
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During this horrible but pretty awesome zombie apocalypse, I have lost both of my grandparents and have only managed to keep my little sisters. I’m really not sure is they have become zombies or I have just lost them, but either way I should probably try and find them eventually. One thing I do know though is that if my sister Kellie doesn’t shut up I’m probably going to feed her to the zombies. I swear she is being as loud as she possibly can and probably on purpose. It’s almost like she wants the zombies to come and find us and probably try to kill us or at least turn us into zombies which is basically killing us. I have seen only a few zombies that I have managed to kill but instead of shooting my gun and drawing more attention for other zombies, I just used my crossbow, it’s just as effective but so much quieter and less likely to draw attention to us. Of course since both of my sisters that are with me are both younger than me, I basically have to protect them and fight off all of the zombies we see, so I really hope we don’t get mobbed by them other wise we are all going to be in some deep trouble. I’ll be right back, I heard something coming from outside and my sisters are out there. (Walks outside to find some people walking up on my sisters. I questioned who it was for a minute but then I realized it was some of our family and really close friends that had made it together. My grandparents, and Amber the rest of her family.) Alright, I am back now. So my grandparents and some really close friends have found us, because I guess they were able to stick together and only my sisters and I got separated from the rest of the group. Now I know that they are still humans, because they not only found us and don’t look like zombies but they don’t have any bites or marks on them or anything, so I feel like it is safe to let them in. I’m kind of glad because I didn’t know how I was going to do everything by myself, collect food, take care of my sisters, kill all the zombies we found, decide to stay here or try and find more people or family. Those would have been hard decisions to make by myself but now there are several people who are more prepared to for the situation and better know how to handle things. Although I kind of liked being in charge of things, and now I’m not going to be able to have that, but it is totally worth it because I have my family now. And, that is the important thing, I don’t have to worry about where they are or if they are alive or are zombies or what has happened to them. Although now that my grandpa is here, he can teach the girls to shoot the guns and the crossbows and have them be able to help protect themselves, so that should be less work for the rest of us. It’s just a good thing my sisters didn't get separated from me at first otherwise they really would have been up the creek without a paddle because they wouldn’t have been able to take care of themselves for God knows how long. Anyway, I now have to go help my grandparents teach my sisters learn to defend themselves. I’ll try and write back as much as I possibly can.   

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During this horrible but pretty awesome zombie apocalypse, I have lost both of my grandparents and have only managed to keep my little sisters. I’m really not sure is they have become zombies or I have just lost them, but either way I should probably try and find them eventually. One thing I do know though is that if my sister Kellie doesn’t shut up I’m probably going to feed her to the zombies. I swear she is being as loud as she possibly can and probably on purpose. It’s almost like she wants the zombies to come and find us and probably try to kill us or at least turn us into zombies which is basically killing us. I have seen only a few zombies that I have managed to kill but instead of shooting my gun and drawing more attention for other zombies, I just used my crossbow, it’s just as effective but so much quieter and less likely to draw attention to us. Of course since both of my sisters that are with me are both younger than me, I basically have to protect them and fight off all of the zombies we see, so I really hope we don’t get mobbed by them other wise we are all going to be in some deep trouble. I’ll be right back, I heard something coming from outside and my sisters are out there. (Walks outside to find some people walking up on my sisters. I questioned who it was for a minute but then I realized it was some of our family and really close friends that had made it together. My grandparents, and Amber the rest of her family.) Alright, I am back now. So my grandparents and some really close friends have found us, because I guess they were able to stick together and only my sisters and I got separated from the rest of the group. Now I know that they are still humans, because they not only found us and don’t look like zombies but they don’t have any bites or marks on them or anything, so I feel like it is safe to let them in. I’m kind of glad because I didn’t know how I was going to do everything by myself, collect food, take care of my sisters, kill all the zombies we found, decide to stay here or try and find more people or family. Those would have been hard decisions to make by myself but now there are several people who are more prepared to for the situation and better know how to handle things. Although I kind of liked being in charge of things, and now I’m not going to be able to have that, but it is totally worth it because I have my family now. And, that is the important thing, I don’t have to worry about where they are or if they are alive or are zombies or what has happened to them. Although now that my grandpa is here, he can teach the girls to shoot the guns and the crossbows and have them be able to help protect themselves, so that should be less work for the rest of us. It’s just a good thing my sisters didn't get separated from me at first otherwise they really would have been up the creek without a paddle because they wouldn’t have been able to take care of themselves for God knows how long. Anyway, I now have to go help my grandparents teach my sisters learn to defend themselves. I’ll try and write back as much as I possibly can.   
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Dear Diary,

My name is (anonymous). I am a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, friend, and girlfriend. I have been locked in my dorm room because of a zombie outbreak. I would like to say that this is some sort of fantasy novel but sadly this is a suicide note. I appear to be the only living survivor in this building. I have spent years thinking about what I would do during a zombie apocalypse. But unfortunately I did not imagine how terrible it could be. I am alone. And scared. I am not giving up. I am simply not trying. I love my family, friends and boyfriend. But there is no way of knowing if they are even alive. And I would rather not wait to find out and risk having to live my life alone without them. For the slight chance that this letter is found, and that my family is alive, I died peacefully and it was painless. But if I am just writing this for no reason, then fuck it. I have always been pretty dramatic.

Sincerely,

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Dear Diary,
My name is (anonymous). I am a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, friend, and girlfriend. I have been locked in my dorm room because of a zombie outbreak. I would like to say that this is some sort of fantasy novel but sadly this is a suicide note. I appear to be the only living survivor in this building. I have spent years thinking about what I would do during a zombie apocalypse. But unfortunately I did not imagine how terrible it could be. I am alone. And scared. I am not giving up. I am simply not trying. I love my family, friends and boyfriend. But there is no way of knowing if they are even alive. And I would rather not wait to find out and risk having to live my life alone without them. For the slight chance that this letter is found, and that my family is alive, I died peacefully and it was painless. But if I am just writing this for no reason, then fuck it. I have always been pretty dramatic.

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Well, it's here, just like I warned everyone. I guess they probably feel stupid for doubting me now. At least I was prepared. My underground bunker stocked full. Enough to last at least 6 months.

Too bad I won't use any of it. See, I walked outside to get the paper, figuring I would still be getting one, and Mrs Maylo from next door crashed through the shrubbery dividing our yards and sure as hell bit me before I was able to bash her skull in with my bat. I'm not stupid enough to go out unarmed, after all. I just didn't expect to be ambushed by the sweet lady from next door.

So.. I'm done for. One of them. A zombie. I figure I'm gonna make the most of it, though. I don't need any of my supplies so, while my wits are about me still, I went ahead and turned my safe haven, my bunker, over to a family who just moved in down the street. They didn't stand a chance without it. Besides, if worse comes to worse later on, I know where a whole family of fresh humans is bunkered up and would open the door only for me.

I don't have much of a game plan. Hunger hasn't set in yet. I figure I'll just go ahead and stay put until I get so hungry I have no choice but to go out and find food.

It's not so bad. Can't beat em join em, right? Who knew I'd get bit on the first official day. I don't usually keep a journal, but I figured someone will want to read about this later. What it's like to go from human to zombie. The zombies perspective.

I'll be writing my experiences as they happen until I cant anymore. Once my brain turns to complete mush and I'm just a dead corpse running around eating every living being I find, I figure I won't have any more time for writing. Too busy gnawing on some poor chaps femur. Turns the stomach right now, but hey.. give it a day or two, right?

I'm looking outside my front window and there's a whole mess of them making their way down my street. I should take a few out while I'm still thinking clearly...

Nah. They're my own kind now. May as well embrace it... Hold on a sec...

Alright, just went out and talked to a couple of them. Ones that still had working vocal cords. Didn't get much information other than they are hungry as shit. Yeah. That's all they wanted to talk about. Where is the food? Any fresh meat around here? Typical zombies. Sometimes I question my own race, let me tell you. I feel like an alien, you know?

Well, I'm starting to feel it now. Getting really hungry and nothing in my fridge sounds good, if you know what I mean. I'm going out to hunt, so I'll catch up later on and tell about it...

Later:

Well, that just beats it all. I just got back home and let me tell you, it's madness out there. I nearly got my head blasted off by a human. I'm still hungry, although I was able to find someone else's left overs. It tasted pretty damned good, but I want more.

I've got to keep my head for as long as I can and I've been going through the medicine I've had stocked away. I'm going to try some different concoctions and see if I can't stave off brain rot. At least for awhile. I'm sure it will happen, but I'd like to have the ability to think clearly for as long as possible. I'm heading back out. Maybe this time I'll catch me a live one. The thought makes my mouth water. Can you believe that? Mmm.. warm flesh. Yeah, I'll be back. I hope.

Later:

What a feast! It was easy as 1, 2, 3! I just snatched me up a girl who stepped out of her car because she couldn't go any farther. She screamed and thrashed, but no real strength, you know? Wow, it was satisfying, let me just tell you! Her warm innards sliding.. hell you don't want me to go into all that.

I've got some meds that I think will work. Keep my brain fresh. I'm just resting now before I head out again. I'll write more tomorrow.

Ghhdftjh hi JJ HCC f HK kh JH fdhjkkkbvxcbj b hhj. Gnn

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Zombified
Journal entry:
Well, it's here, just like I warned everyone. I guess they probably feel stupid for doubting me now. At least I was prepared. My underground bunker stocked full. Enough to last at least 6 months.
Too bad I won't use any of it. See, I walked outside to get the paper, figuring I would still be getting one, and Mrs Maylo from next door crashed through the shrubbery dividing our yards and sure as hell bit me before I was able to bash her skull in with my bat. I'm not stupid enough to go out unarmed, after all. I just didn't expect to be ambushed by the sweet lady from next door.
So.. I'm done for. One of them. A zombie. I figure I'm gonna make the most of it, though. I don't need any of my supplies so, while my wits are about me still, I went ahead and turned my safe haven, my bunker, over to a family who just moved in down the street. They didn't stand a chance without it. Besides, if worse comes to worse later on, I know where a whole family of fresh humans is bunkered up and would open the door only for me.
I don't have much of a game plan. Hunger hasn't set in yet. I figure I'll just go ahead and stay put until I get so hungry I have no choice but to go out and find food.
It's not so bad. Can't beat em join em, right? Who knew I'd get bit on the first official day. I don't usually keep a journal, but I figured someone will want to read about this later. What it's like to go from human to zombie. The zombies perspective.
I'll be writing my experiences as they happen until I cant anymore. Once my brain turns to complete mush and I'm just a dead corpse running around eating every living being I find, I figure I won't have any more time for writing. Too busy gnawing on some poor chaps femur. Turns the stomach right now, but hey.. give it a day or two, right?
I'm looking outside my front window and there's a whole mess of them making their way down my street. I should take a few out while I'm still thinking clearly...
Nah. They're my own kind now. May as well embrace it... Hold on a sec...
Alright, just went out and talked to a couple of them. Ones that still had working vocal cords. Didn't get much information other than they are hungry as shit. Yeah. That's all they wanted to talk about. Where is the food? Any fresh meat around here? Typical zombies. Sometimes I question my own race, let me tell you. I feel like an alien, you know?
Well, I'm starting to feel it now. Getting really hungry and nothing in my fridge sounds good, if you know what I mean. I'm going out to hunt, so I'll catch up later on and tell about it...
Later:
Well, that just beats it all. I just got back home and let me tell you, it's madness out there. I nearly got my head blasted off by a human. I'm still hungry, although I was able to find someone else's left overs. It tasted pretty damned good, but I want more.
I've got to keep my head for as long as I can and I've been going through the medicine I've had stocked away. I'm going to try some different concoctions and see if I can't stave off brain rot. At least for awhile. I'm sure it will happen, but I'd like to have the ability to think clearly for as long as possible. I'm heading back out. Maybe this time I'll catch me a live one. The thought makes my mouth water. Can you believe that? Mmm.. warm flesh. Yeah, I'll be back. I hope.
Later:
What a feast! It was easy as 1, 2, 3! I just snatched me up a girl who stepped out of her car because she couldn't go any farther. She screamed and thrashed, but no real strength, you know? Wow, it was satisfying, let me just tell you! Her warm innards sliding.. hell you don't want me to go into all that.
I've got some meds that I think will work. Keep my brain fresh. I'm just resting now before I head out again. I'll write more tomorrow.
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