Gone as Fast as He Came

Day 17: The past couple of days Hank and I have been exterminating the zombies in town. It seems like a never-ending task, though, which makes sense since the world is filled with zombies now. Everyday it seemed like there were more and more. They are starting to pile up now and I'm afraid of how things are going to smell once summer comes. I brought it up to Hank, but he said not to worry about it right now. Today we did some searching of nearby buildings while out exterminating and got in some trouble. We entered this one building. I think it used to be some sort of office. For what I'm not sure, but there were a lot more zombies in there than I thought. To make matters worse, when I turned around, Hank was gone. I took out as many of the zombies as I had to while looking for Hank. I'm getting a little better with killing zombies. Its not fun to me like it was with Hank, but I hope I never get that bad. I still think he was a little insane. Anyway, I search all over and could not even find a trace of him. No blood or anything. Its like he just vanished. I have no idea where he went or why. It was nice to be able to actually talk with another human being, though. Even if he was a little crazy. Now its just Eeyore and me again.

Not Like in the Movies

Day 14: We started on Hank's plan this morning and killing zombies is definitely not like it is in the movies, at least not for me. Maybe that means I still have a thread of my saneity left. I have seen plenty of zombie movies where everyone is killing zombies without any qualms about it. That was not me today. I couldn't get over the fact that they were someones mother or father, son or daughter just two weeks ago. I still saw them as human. I did take out a couple of them, but it was hard for me. I know I'm going to have to get over this if I want to survive much longer. Before I was just avoiding them the best I could and pushing those in my way and only killing those I absolutely had to. I was not enjoying it like Hank. He was really having fun today and it was quite disturbing. When we got back to the police station, he had blood splattered all over. He wore a mask so that none would fly into his mouth. I'll admit, he's good at what he does. He wants to go out and put another dent in the zombie population tomorrow. I'm just not sure if I can handle another day right away. I'm going to try to convince him to take a little break.

He's insane

Day 13: Ok, I don't want any bad karma or anything to come of this, but for the past week at least, I've been wanting to find another survivor so that I would know that I'm not the last person on the face of the earth. Its just my luck that the one that I find turns out to be crazy!
I managed to get to the truck this morning and go pick up Hank and bring him back here. Then we started talking again and thats when things took a very strange turn. He told me that he wants to exterminate all the zombies and make the world safe again. His idea is not the crazy part. Its how he acted while telling me. He was as giddy as a schoolgirl. The whole time he had one of those crazy smiles and I could see the bloodlust in his eyes. He thought nothing of bashing in the brains of every zombie in the world. Oh yeah, thats another part. He doesn't want to use guns because theres not as much of a rush. This guy is a homicidal maniac. And to top things off, he wants to start tomorrow. He seemed so sane when we were talking on the radio. I don't know how this transformation happened. Unless he wanted to get a feel for me before he let out his ruthless killer persona out. I don't know whats scarier, how acts when talking about his plan or how I'm starting to get excited for tomorrow the more he talks about it. Am I turning into some one like him? Is living in a world surrounded by the undead driving me insane?

Survivor

Day 12: I've found another survivor. There ended up being someone else in the building a block away. I saw him on the roof, but it took a little bit for me to get his attention. I just decided to start shooting at the zombies around his building. That way he knew I was friendly too, since I was shooting them and not him. We tried yelling to each other, but that just made us hoarse. Then he made me a sign with a CB radio frequency written on it. I ran downstairs to search for a radio. After about a half hour search, I found one and tuned to his frequency.
His name is Hank and he was a truck driver before the world was turned upside down. He was on his way through town when the outbreak happened, which his truck broke down in the middle of it. He managed to survive and made it to the building he is in now. He heard over the radio that the zombie apocalypse has happened all over the country and probably the world. We talked all evening about our previous lives and how we've been staying alive. We ended the night by starting to come up with a plan to unite. We think it will increase our odds of surviving. I'm going to try to somehow distract the zombies away from the truck and drive over so he can jump on top. Then we'll head back to the police station. Now I just have to figure out how I'll be able to safely get to the truck.

Increased Numbers

Day 11: Not much has happened the past couple days. I've just being enjoying my time with Eeyore. I did notice something interesting today when I was on the roof. I find myself going up there a lot. Its kinda how I can see whats going on in my part of the world. I've noticed more zombies walking around. I'm not sure what to make of this until I noticed a large crowd surrounding a building about a block away. Then I looked down around the police station and was shocked. There was a large crowd around it as well. I thought I was keeping quiet and not trying to attract them. I guess I didn't do enough, though. They have even surrounded the truck. I'm going to have to come up with a plan whenever I want to use it to get them away from it. Then it popped into my head. If there is this many around me, maybe that means there is someone alive in the other building that is attracting them. I wish there was some way to find out without going over there. I'll have to keep an eye out to see if anyone goes up to that roof. In the meantime, I have to double check all the doors and make sure they are barricaded enough.
With the increased numbers, I'm going to have to keep Eeyore's room for now. I didn't feel safe letting him outside all the time with the zombies walking around, so I trained him to use one of the rooms in the police station as his outhouse. I just try to keep it clean everyday. Its starting to smell, though, so I'm going to have to come up with something else. Its getting close to the stink of a thousand zombies walking around.

I've Found a Friend

Day 8: I decided to go up to the roof today and I'm glad that I did. I heard something moving around down by the truck. I figured it was just a zombie trying to find a way in, but I looked anyway. Instead of a zombie, it was a dog down there and a black lab by the looks of it. He must have smelled the bag of chips I dropped yesterday. I ran downstairs as fast a I could, grabbing a can of Spam on the way. As quietly as I could, I opened the back door. I knew there were no zombies down there when I looked and saw the dog. I opend the can of Spam and set it on the ground in front of me. The dog could smell it right away and looked at me. It took a little bit of trust, but eventually he came over to it and let me pet him. He looked like skin and bones. I have no idea how he survived this long. He didn't even a scratch on him. I looked at his collar and it said Eeyore like the donkey from Winnie the Pooh. He followed me inside and just in the nick of time. A handful of zombies were starting to come around the side of the building. I shut the door behind us and barricaded it again. I'm so happy that I found another living thing, even if it is only a dog. At least if gives me something to do and a purpose. Now I have to protect Eeyore and keep him safe as well as myself. This was one of the best things that happened to me and it couldn't come at a better time. I wonder if dogs can get the Z virus like in the video games and movies. Thats what I've been calling it. I sure hope not. If this dog can survive, surely we're not the only two that could in this forsaken world.

Alone

Day 7: I have not felt like writing the past couple days, but I decided to tonight. I have not done much yesterday or today. I woke up with a bad headache yesterday morning. I guess drinking half a bottle of Jack will do that to you. I brought the food in from the truck outside today. I think I might've drop a bag of chips, but I don't really care anymore. I'm not even that hungry, but I know I should still eat something, so I had a can of Spam today. Thats about all I did these past two days. I just feel so alone. I have thought about just letting the zombies get me. At least then it would be over, but I don't want them to benefit from my demise. There is no possible way that I'm the only person left in this world. I'm still holding onto hope, however, its getting slimmer and slimmer everyday.

Evac?

Day 5: What a rollar coaster of a day I had. I don't really feel like writing tonight, but maybe it will help pass the time. After my last entry, I loaded up the truck with supplies and weapons. I've seen enough zombie movies and played enough zombie games in my day to know to conserve ammo as much as I can. I brought along a couple police batons to use instead of the handgun whenever I can. I took on last look around before I left, hoping to never see it again.

My first stop was the grocery store. Its about halfway between the police station and the evac area. I made it there with very little resistance. I could already tell that the truck will hold up better than my car. While inside, I avoided as many zombies as I could and only took out those that I had to. I didn't want to attract any more of them, so I tried to be as quickly and quietly as possible. I grabbed mostly canned goods and chips with a couple bottle of booze as well. It can help celebrate getting out of this town. I never really like the taste of Spam, but I guess I'm going to have to get used to now. Its probably the only meat that good now even though the electricity is still working, but all the ground beef is a week old. With the truck filled with food, I took off for the evac area.

Boy was it a disappointment. What I feared about that explosion was true. It was the evac site. I don't know what happened but I looked like some fuel tanks exploded. I have no idea how or why, but there were still some fires burning. There was nothing left except a huge horde of zombies. It was the biggest I have seen so far. It had to be at least a thousand of them. With a horde that size, there is no way there could be any survivors. I had to get out of there before they noticed me. There was only once place to go and that was back to the police station.

I got back just as it was getting dark. I had little resistance on the way back as well. I have no idea what I'm going to do now. I thought this was a sure thing. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, especially with that explosion the other day. I just chose to ignore it. Its not easy to admit it, but I broke down and cried tonight. It all feels so hopeless. Maybe I'll open up a bottle of Jack to end the night.

A Plan

Day 6: It works! The ladder works! I tested it out this morning and it worked perfectly. I also came up with a plan. There was a police SUV parked behind the station and after a quick search, I found the keys to it. I'm going to take that to the evac site with a pitstop at the grocery store. The truck should be able to take more of a beating than my car did. Lets at least hope so. Plus it would be able to hold a lot more supplies. I'm all out of food, but I couldn't eat at a time like this. I'm so excited. I just know this plan will work. This entry is the last thing I have to do before I leave, so I'm keep my fingers crossed that I'm getting out of this hell.

Hope

Day 5: I did some more searching of the police station today. In one of the offices, I found something promising. Left on a fax machine was an evacuation plan for the city and what looked like a landing zone on a map. The only problem was that its about 5 miles away on the outskirts of town. How the hell am I suppose to get there with hundreds of zombies waiting for me. At least I have something to work towards, though.

During my search, I stumbled upon a door that lead to the roof. I know they didn't have a helicopter, but I went up to have a look anyway. I was pleasantly surprised when I got up there. There was no helicopter, but it seemed like the zombies outside were distracted by something else. There was only a handful of them around the building now. I realized after I searched the rooftop that I could make a ladder some how and use it to get down to the ground. That way I would have safer way to get in and out.

I was about to leave when I heard an explosion. I looked and saw a mushroom cloud off in the distance. It wasn't a huge one, so couldn't have been a nuclear bomb. Judging the distance, it was the evacuation area on the map. All my hope for the future was suddenly gone.

I spent the rest of the day and evening making a ladder of sorts out of supplies that I found. I wanted it to be somewhat light so that I could pull it up when I was inside. I finally got it complete, but its too dark to test it out now. I'll wait til morning. I'm still planning on going there. Maybe some people survived the explosion or maybe they blew up a huge horde of zombies. Its still the best hope right now. I should have packed more food, too. I ate the last of it tonight and all I found here was a couple of bags of chips I found in a vending machine. I'll have to stop at a grocery store on my way to the evac site.

The Police Station

Day 3 and 4: I barricaded the front door and started my search of the police station. The lobby was small, but at least it was empty aside from some smears of blood on the wall and shell casings. The first couple of doors were locked, but I finally found one that was open. As soon as I opened it, I heard the characteristic moaning and shuffling of feet of a zombie. I was so terrified, but I knew that there are too many of them in the world in order to avoid them all. I had to learn to fight the fear and this was a perfect opportunity since there was only one. It was a older male cop from what I could tell. He was missing an arm and had chunks missing from his neck and torso. I pulled out my gun and fired. On the fifth shot, I finally hit him. Unfortunately, it was not a head shot, so he kept coming. After a couple more shots, one took him down for good. I sure hope I get better at doing this otherwise I'm not going to last long. Thats when I heard more moaning sounds coming from the hall behind me. The gun shots must have attracted them. I slammed the door shut and threw some stuff in front of it. I searched the room I was in, but didn't find much. It must have been an office for some of the officers. There were couple desks with papers everywhere. At least there was only one door leading into the room, though. I slumped up against wall in one of the corners and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up to scratching and moaning sounds coming from the other side of the door. They are terrifying sounds to hear when you are all by yourself and scared to death already. I sat there for some more time and realized I couldn't sit in this room forever. I had to do something, even if it kills me. I was ready to do something about it. I unblocked the door and let them come in. I was a better shot this time. There were four of them and I took them out with 7 shots. It took me a couple hours to clear out the rest of the station and seal all the doors. Now I have a safe place with plenty of supplies. I stockpiled a pretty good arsenal. Judging by the fact the sun was just coming up, it has to be the next morning. I found some blankets and made myself a make shift bed and fell asleep. I slept well into the afternoon.

Early Mistake

Day 3: There were not a lot of zombies out and about this morning when I finally got the courage to look. I did wonder where they all were thought maybe it took longer for the transformation than I thought. This lead to a very very bad mistake. I figured I'd be able to take my car around town to look for survivors. I thought the noise would attract them. Well, the noise attracted the zombies too. I got a couple blocks when I noticed they started coming out of woodwork. There was a crowd so large that it covered the whole road behind me. That is when it happened. I turned a corner and there was another large crowd of them. I had no other option than to go through them. I definitely should have picked a bigger car. I made it through, but broke down a couple blocks later. Apparently my car couldn't take the beating of running over a couple hundred zombies. I had to think of some place safe to go quickly. Then it popped into my head, the police station. Maybe there are still some survivors there and they have guns to defend against the zombie horde. I figured that would be my best bet, so I grabbed my backpack of supplies and food and ran in that direction.
When the police station was in sight, it was scene right out of a Resident Evil video game. There were bodies laying all over the place. Some were civilians some were cops. By the looks of it, most of them were killed by bullet wounds. There were some bodies that had chunks of flesh ripped out. This was a scene of a brutal attack. I was in shock just staring at it all. Then I heard moaning and was reminded of why I was running here in the first place. I picked up a gun and some ammo that were laying everywhere while I ran to the front doors. Who knows what horrors await me inside.

The Morning After

Day 2: I was able to get a couple hours of sleep last night. Thank goodness for that. When I first awoke, I was hoping that the outbreak was just a dream. After taking a look around, I quickly realized that it all did really happen. The electricity still worked, so I turned on the TV. All that I found, though, was static. The outbreak must have happened so quickly that no one was prepared. That or the warning signs were right in front of us with that flu epidemic where people were dying left and right. Maybe the government covered up the fact that they were not staying dead and couldn't keep it contained. Or maybe there just wasn't anymore room in hell like the tag line to Dawn of the Dead. Who really knows? I'm sure I'll never find out what really caused it all. I suppose I should start searching for others like me who survived the outbreak so far. There has to be more people out there. I can't be the only one. I have not even looked outside yet, though. Maybe there are zombies swarming all over already. There is only one way to find out ...

Despair

I'm starting to realize that everyone I knew is gone. I have been searching for hours and found no trace of them. Maybe that means that there is still hope. Chances are they are just walking around some place with no memory of who they were. I had find some random house to spend the night in. Thank goodness the owners were not home when this all began. I couldn't stay somewhere familiar because of all the memories of what things were like. All I could think about was how I could have tried to save at least one person earlier at work. I was selfish and only thought about myself. Now I have to live with that for the rest of my life. I will not give up, though. I will not let it all end like this. There has to be more people out there that survived like me. I just have to figure out how to find them. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the morning brings. I just hope I can get some sleep.

Day 1

I always wondered what it would be like if a zombie apocolypse occured and whether or not I'd be able to survive. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe it would actually happen. When I saw it with my own two eyes, it didn't take long for me to realize what was going on.

I was at work with a hour left in my shift and nothing to do. All of a sudden, I heard a woman scream. I looked up in time to see a customer get tackled by another customer. The only problem was that the one doing the tackling looked like he was dead and was dead for a while and as far as I could tell, it was a "he." He was moving around like a live person, though. Almost like a walking corpse. Then it happened! The corpse bit the person underneith him. This was no friendly bite, but more like a fierce animal attack. A pool of blood started to form. Just thinking about it still makes my stomach churn.

I knew I had to get out of there if I wanted to stay alive. As I was running towards the from doors, others were trying to pull the zombie off. It was no use, though. The virus, or whatever caused it, was spread to four more people in a matter of minutes. There were more outside. There were people screaming and running everywhere. The world was falling into chaos. I ran to my car as quickly as I could. My only thought was that I had to get to my loved ones and make sure they were safe. One can only pray...