It's finally starting to sink in. I mean, the magnitude of it. My family. Gone. My command. Gone. Soldiers. Sailors. Airmen. Marines. The whole base was wiped out. Not only that, but most of the city is burning - a shambles. No police left. No people left. Just zombies.
I made it to a Wal-Mart. Managed to make it back out to my truck after getting myself together in the house. I thought about it; why did I kill that damn dog? I guess I just couldn't take the risk of him turning. After all, my son had obvious ... zombie bites on him. I guess I really couldn't face the thought of the dog turning, too.
So, the weed-eater with the saw-blade on it? Excellent weapon, right up until it burned out. That little 1.5 hp motor just wasn't made for that kind of torque, but it did pretty well. I managed to behead three zombies with it before it crapped out and I had to switch to the machete. I finally made it to the truck by hacking my way through four more. I guess the neighbors were home. Just ... changed.
I threw the truck into 4 right off. I knew there'd be trouble just getting off the base - they locked it down this morning. I crashed a fence and went through a stream-bed to get out, and turned West into town. Wal-Mart means supplies. And maybe other survivors.
I loved that dog.
The Wal-Mart was surrounded. Absolutely surrounded. How all these stinking corpsicles got here is beyond me, but I took it as a sign that there might be other survivors in there. Now I just had to get in.
I decided my best bet was to try to lure the zombies away from the side entrance - you know, the garden one. I could get them to follow me in my truck, maybe mow down a few of them and then pull alongside the fence with the wheel tied off and the truck still in gear. Climb on top and then jump to the fence. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Only problem was, I managed to spear my left arm on the top of the fence. Nearly peeled all the muscle of my forearm away. Good thing there was a pharmacy in here.
I made it over the fence, anyway, blood pouring down my arm and my truck careening off into the parking lot, squashing zombies all the way across it and into a berm. It died once it stopped there - it'll still run if I can make it back out to it. Something I might be able to use later.
I started banging on the door - it was closed, but I could see people moving inside.
I yelled that I was alive and they finally pulled the door back to let me in. There are six of us here now. Two store employees, a Soldier from the Army base down South, a soccer mom who is in a catatonic state, some skate punk kid and me. Soldier helped patch my arm up. Did a pretty good job.
Well, we have food, drugs and ammo. Power's still up, but it's been flickering. I don't know how much longer I can keep communicating. Maybe someone will find my blog and know what went on here, but I don't think there's much of anyone still alive out there.
Later ...
We have voted. We're arming up now, loading a trailer with food and ammo, first aid kits, tents, everything we need. We're going to try to fight our way out, jump in the truck, back up to the entrance and hook up. Then we'll see if we can't make it into the mountains. Soldier has a cabin up at Green Lake. We'll see if we can't set up house there. Fortify. Build zombie traps. Hunt for food. I doubt I'll get to leave any more blogs. If you read this, and are looking for us, we're at mile 56. Just head West into the mountains. Make sure you make noise when you come - talk, whistle, sing, play the radio. We'll aim for the head otherwise.
Damn I miss that dog.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Home
The fight to get here seriously sucked.
I had a golf club, and I made it to my car with only five or six zombies attacking me. I clobbered the first one good - his brains and other gunk splattered everywhere with a good overhand blow. It smelled like hell, but I grabbed a few handfuls of gray matter and smeared them all over my chest just on the off-chance that their blood-smell would keep me safe.
It worked, sort of.
After the first one, I noticed a small group ambling toward me and started to run. If I hadn't been wearing stupid dress shoes, I would have made it. I blew out the lace on my left shoe and went sprawling. By the time I was back up and found my golf club, the first zombie was there. I just gritted my teeth and started swinging. I really, really have no use for golf, but the clubs work great as weapons. Maybe, once this all blows over, I'll invest in a set.
Made it to the car. No zombies around, but again, I could see a handful in the distance. Good thing the base is so rural.
I decided not to try for the armory. Better off getting home and then raiding a Wal-Mart or something.
The neighborhood was deserted, although most every car was still in the driveway. This is fucking creepy.
I went up to the house quietly, peering into the windows, hoping.
Shit. I opened the door, and no one was here. The damn dog just looked at me funny, sniffed the zombie effluent which I was covered with and went out the back door. I followed him. He was eating what was left of my son. I buried them both after I killed the dog with the golf club. Don't know where my wife and daughter are. I am afraid they were who killed the boy, though. His corpse had bites that were obviously NOT from the dog.
I loved that dog, too.
I found my machete, grabbed a shovel and I added a cutting blade to my little gas-powered weed eater. Decided I better see if I can get some supplies and maybe find some other survivors. I can hear sirens a few miles off - maybe, since this is a base, there are a few hearty souls still making a stand. I can't believe I'm not crying, not freaking out. I just buried my son. My wife and daughter are missing. And I killed my dog.
Fuck.
I really loved that dog.
I'll try to post more if I make it through to somewhere safe. I have my wife's laptop with me now.
I had a golf club, and I made it to my car with only five or six zombies attacking me. I clobbered the first one good - his brains and other gunk splattered everywhere with a good overhand blow. It smelled like hell, but I grabbed a few handfuls of gray matter and smeared them all over my chest just on the off-chance that their blood-smell would keep me safe.
It worked, sort of.
After the first one, I noticed a small group ambling toward me and started to run. If I hadn't been wearing stupid dress shoes, I would have made it. I blew out the lace on my left shoe and went sprawling. By the time I was back up and found my golf club, the first zombie was there. I just gritted my teeth and started swinging. I really, really have no use for golf, but the clubs work great as weapons. Maybe, once this all blows over, I'll invest in a set.
Made it to the car. No zombies around, but again, I could see a handful in the distance. Good thing the base is so rural.
I decided not to try for the armory. Better off getting home and then raiding a Wal-Mart or something.
The neighborhood was deserted, although most every car was still in the driveway. This is fucking creepy.
I went up to the house quietly, peering into the windows, hoping.
Shit. I opened the door, and no one was here. The damn dog just looked at me funny, sniffed the zombie effluent which I was covered with and went out the back door. I followed him. He was eating what was left of my son. I buried them both after I killed the dog with the golf club. Don't know where my wife and daughter are. I am afraid they were who killed the boy, though. His corpse had bites that were obviously NOT from the dog.
I loved that dog, too.
I found my machete, grabbed a shovel and I added a cutting blade to my little gas-powered weed eater. Decided I better see if I can get some supplies and maybe find some other survivors. I can hear sirens a few miles off - maybe, since this is a base, there are a few hearty souls still making a stand. I can't believe I'm not crying, not freaking out. I just buried my son. My wife and daughter are missing. And I killed my dog.
Fuck.
I really loved that dog.
I'll try to post more if I make it through to somewhere safe. I have my wife's laptop with me now.
This isn't over ...
The Government is just about gone. That's official. I work at homeland defense headquarters for the military and I am telling you, this is something no one was prepared for.
The guards have abandoned their posts. I am about to try and make a run for home. At least I know I have a machete and a few shovels there. I can fight my way through the throng and get some supplies in town before heading for the mountains and safety (I hope).
The command center is pretty much empty. Someone who had already been bitten made it inside the building. They infected most of the rest of the people in the building and everyone who wasn't infected bailed. I am only here because I had the foresight to lock myself into the office. Phone lines are down, the building is operating on backup power alone and we're lucky that we rely on our own satellite uplink to the Internet or I'd have no communications with the outside world.
I have e-mailed buddies in bases across the U.S. and a few in other countries. This thing is world wide.
I'll try to log back in once I get home and share what I've seen. It's only a few miles from here and it's fairly rural, so, hopefully, there won't be too many zombies around. My sources in Europe say they don't seem to notice you if you're covered in their blood, so I'll try to whack a couple of them with this golf club I found while I'm on my way - should create enough gore to get myself smelly.
Cross your fingers and pray for me!
The guards have abandoned their posts. I am about to try and make a run for home. At least I know I have a machete and a few shovels there. I can fight my way through the throng and get some supplies in town before heading for the mountains and safety (I hope).
The command center is pretty much empty. Someone who had already been bitten made it inside the building. They infected most of the rest of the people in the building and everyone who wasn't infected bailed. I am only here because I had the foresight to lock myself into the office. Phone lines are down, the building is operating on backup power alone and we're lucky that we rely on our own satellite uplink to the Internet or I'd have no communications with the outside world.
I have e-mailed buddies in bases across the U.S. and a few in other countries. This thing is world wide.
I'll try to log back in once I get home and share what I've seen. It's only a few miles from here and it's fairly rural, so, hopefully, there won't be too many zombies around. My sources in Europe say they don't seem to notice you if you're covered in their blood, so I'll try to whack a couple of them with this golf club I found while I'm on my way - should create enough gore to get myself smelly.
Cross your fingers and pray for me!
More from official sources
Man, I am about ready to get the fuck out of here. The armed guards seem to be letting people sneak out in ones or twos - but only the civilians here at the command. I think I still have a set of civvies in the office somewhere. I gotta get home and check on my family. The phones are down so I don't know how they're doing at all.
I think I have a better chance of surviving this if I can get some guns and get up into the mountains, even though it goes against official advice. Speaking of which, here's the latest from DHS:
Press Office
U.S. Department of Homeland Security
Press Release
June 13, 2007
2:45 PM EST
Contact: DHS Press Office, 2021234567
Officials advise survivors to shelter in place
WASHINGTON, D.C. -- In the aftermath of last night's meteor storm and the viral pandemic which immediately ensued, state, local and federal officials are advising unaffected survivors to shelter in place rather than trying to escape or gather together en mass.
According to Centers for Disease Control officials, those who were not infected by the virus during the shower can now only be infected by being bitten by these walking wounded, which many are labeling "zombies".
You can determine whether a person is a zombie by several key factors, according to CDC:
1) The individual is barely motile, walking with a shuffling, stiff gate
2) Attempts to communicate with the individual draw a mumbling or moaning sound, not words or coherent thought
3) the individual's skin is gray or even bruised looking, and they are visibly beginning to exhibit signs of decay
According to CDC, the zombies are easily avoided individually, but are deadly when encountered in a large crowd. Blockading your doors and staying inside seems to be the most effective defense, and, if necessary, damaging or destroying the zombie's brain is the best way to thwart an attack.
Officials are working closely with law enforcement, the National Guard and the military to create safe-zones in or near major cities in order to rescue and keep survivors safe. If you are able, place a white flag or bed sheet on the top of your home or building in order to signal your survival to rescuers in the area.
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I think I have a better chance of surviving this if I can get some guns and get up into the mountains, even though it goes against official advice. Speaking of which, here's the latest from DHS:
Press Office
U.S. Department of Homeland Security
Press Release
June 13, 2007
2:45 PM EST
Contact: DHS Press Office, 2021234567
Officials advise survivors to shelter in place
WASHINGTON, D.C. -- In the aftermath of last night's meteor storm and the viral pandemic which immediately ensued, state, local and federal officials are advising unaffected survivors to shelter in place rather than trying to escape or gather together en mass.
According to Centers for Disease Control officials, those who were not infected by the virus during the shower can now only be infected by being bitten by these walking wounded, which many are labeling "zombies".
You can determine whether a person is a zombie by several key factors, according to CDC:
1) The individual is barely motile, walking with a shuffling, stiff gate
2) Attempts to communicate with the individual draw a mumbling or moaning sound, not words or coherent thought
3) the individual's skin is gray or even bruised looking, and they are visibly beginning to exhibit signs of decay
According to CDC, the zombies are easily avoided individually, but are deadly when encountered in a large crowd. Blockading your doors and staying inside seems to be the most effective defense, and, if necessary, damaging or destroying the zombie's brain is the best way to thwart an attack.
Officials are working closely with law enforcement, the National Guard and the military to create safe-zones in or near major cities in order to rescue and keep survivors safe. If you are able, place a white flag or bed sheet on the top of your home or building in order to signal your survival to rescuers in the area.
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I just got this release from DHS
We're in for a lot of trouble, I tell you! Check this out!
Press Office
U.S. Department of Homeland Security
Press Release
June 13, 2007
1:10 PM EST
Contact: DHS Press Office, 2021234567
Responders attacked by inexplicable force
INDIANAPOLIS, Ind. – Local, state, federal and military responders to the bizarre
damages done by last night’s meteor storm are reporting that survivors are acting in a very disturbing fashion.
According to military sources, the survivors are visibly suffering from the strange viral effects of the meteor shower and although barely mobile, are overwhelming relief workers by sheer number.
“They just shamble up and start trying to attack you,” said one Soldier, who asked to
remain nameless.
Even more disturbing are reports that these “walking dead” are attempting to eat the
very people who are trying to help them.
“They mobbed us,” cried a hysterical police officer. “They were biting us. They ripped my partner to pieces. And they ate him!”
Troops are reporting that, in self defense, they have discovered that these zombielike attackers are virtually immune to gun shots.
“The only way to stop them is to shoot them in the head,” confirmed another source.
“As gruesome as that sounds, it’s all we can do,” said one Marine who has seen action
against these attackers.
Officials are fairly closelipped about the incidents, which are increasing in frequency, but witnesses report large mobs of attackers converging on rescue workers and uninjured survivors.
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This is an unreal emergency!
The President never came on. In fact, the networks are down. This can only mean that this is bigger than just here.
I went to the Command Center. They said the storm last night wasn't a storm - it was some kind of meteor shower. It apparently blanketed the entire planet. According to CDC, this plague is from the meteors and it is world-wide. They're calling it zombieism. Go figure.
The general just got on the building's address system and said that they're locking down the base and even the building. We can not leave, as only about 1/5 of the command is even here to try and coordinate some kind of search and rescue response. Reports are that most major cities are being overrun with zombies - the people are just turning, and biting anyone who hasn't turned. Apparently, the zombies are eating people whole.
We don't even have an armory in this building. I wonder if my family is ok.
I think I'm going to try to get out - I know they want to keep us here, but what do we do if the people in the building start turning, too? I am going to try to get home, grab the wife and kids and some blunt instruments. Police are reporting that hitting or shooting the zombies in the head is the only way to kill them. We'll try to make it to the base armory. I can at least get my hands on a few pistols and some ammo, then.
I went to the Command Center. They said the storm last night wasn't a storm - it was some kind of meteor shower. It apparently blanketed the entire planet. According to CDC, this plague is from the meteors and it is world-wide. They're calling it zombieism. Go figure.
The general just got on the building's address system and said that they're locking down the base and even the building. We can not leave, as only about 1/5 of the command is even here to try and coordinate some kind of search and rescue response. Reports are that most major cities are being overrun with zombies - the people are just turning, and biting anyone who hasn't turned. Apparently, the zombies are eating people whole.
We don't even have an armory in this building. I wonder if my family is ok.
I think I'm going to try to get out - I know they want to keep us here, but what do we do if the people in the building start turning, too? I am going to try to get home, grab the wife and kids and some blunt instruments. Police are reporting that hitting or shooting the zombies in the head is the only way to kill them. We'll try to make it to the base armory. I can at least get my hands on a few pistols and some ammo, then.
Big storm last night
It's weird. It doesn't usually rain like this and that thunderstorm we had last night was one for the record books! It lasted almost seven hours. My son told me he saw green lightning. I told him that it was just his imagination and I sent him back to bed.
I heard sirens in the distance around 2:00 am. Other than that, though, it is kind of strange how quiet it's been this morning. Sirens must have been responding to a lightning strike. Man! That was a hell of a storm.
One good thing? My asshole neighbor who usually fires up his big-block Chevy at 5:15 and wakes up the whole planet must have slept in - the thunder probably kept him awake last night. He didn't try to blow the ears off the birds this morning with his stupid glass packs and Holly four-barrel carb. Mother Nature's good for something.
Hrmm. Well, I have to head off to the office in a few, so I better suck down some more coffee. I'm a freakin' zombie until I get the first two or three cups down my gullet.
I heard sirens in the distance around 2:00 am. Other than that, though, it is kind of strange how quiet it's been this morning. Sirens must have been responding to a lightning strike. Man! That was a hell of a storm.
One good thing? My asshole neighbor who usually fires up his big-block Chevy at 5:15 and wakes up the whole planet must have slept in - the thunder probably kept him awake last night. He didn't try to blow the ears off the birds this morning with his stupid glass packs and Holly four-barrel carb. Mother Nature's good for something.
Hrmm. Well, I have to head off to the office in a few, so I better suck down some more coffee. I'm a freakin' zombie until I get the first two or three cups down my gullet.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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