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I found this book next to a body in the middle fo the street in colorado.
Their were serveral body parts next to him, piled around this one man. He was roughly 20 years of age, and cause of death... I'd guess is suicide. There is a Kantana shoved deep into his heart...
Shockingly, i knew the original owner of this journal...
And I know how he felt about me...
-N.S.
Hopefully, his gift will keep me sane as well, I remember him all too well.
It's hard to watch a friend die, but harder to know there is nothing you can do for him. Hard to see him believe you, soak up every word. Then none of it is true...
Garrett died three days ago of...I really don't know.
He...died slowly.
It was because of his chest wound.
I just...
-Ryan
It's done.
WE've DIed.
APril Fools.
Walking is hard. We can't...
... For FU**S SAKE!!
I WANT TO DIE.
I remember hearing the slide of a rifle click a bullet into the chamber. I stood, and felt two of my ribs scream at me in protest, but I made my way to the closet. I took the Rifle out of the case and walked slowly to the door. Vinnie looked at me and opened the door, Ryan held his katana tight and stood at the front of the stairs. Vinnie too the right side of the porch and I took the left. A small boy held a 9mm pistol aimed at Ryan, and a burly father held a shotgun.
Some words were exchanged and Ryan loosed to let them pass but a growl came from the trees, when one of them sprinted from the forest and tackled the boy. I will be haunted by this memory for the rest of my life...if I am ever blessed with amnesia I wouldn't want to relive it. The Father cried out and shot him with the gun when he rose from the boy's body. The zombie smiled and tackled him too. I aimed my rifle and fired once, and I felt the explosion of recoil ripple through my body and focus on my cracked ribs. I yelled out in agony. This is when my vision started to fade, and red creeped into my vision. I felt the snow on my face...felt as if I had fallen...
And today begins.
It never ends....
The view is great though. So is the protection. But where is the end? Never. Can it even be possible to re-establish the world? I highly doubt we're the only people left. But I guess we're the only ones left we know of.
Fuc* the pain, I'm out of here.
I remember that pain like this pain I'm sorry for whatever I've done to deserve what u put me through.
I ...
We were heading on the Highway, en route to Denver when we came across a small mob of the undead.
Vinnie was driving and Ryan was riding in the back behid him and i was in the passenger seat.
I opened the door, and leaned out.
The highway as suprisingly empty for the rush.
I leaned my M-4 out the window, and used the window as cover. I took careful aim and missed my first three shots because it was simply too hard to hit a moving target while your moving as well.
I flicked the swtich to auto and put neat bursts down the feild. I couldn't drop them all of course.
So Vinnie Hit the accelerator and I looked down to catch my grip.
I didn't see the one slightly to the right of the car.
The door flattened him, but slammed on my ribs, I cried out in agony and nearly dropped the gun.
I dont remember how I got back in the car.
We got passed them without incident afterward, thankfully.
Over the next few days i will be updating days, I think, that lack detail and emotion.
So here is to hoping you all enjoy what I re-write.
This will start with day one.
And on a final note....
Happy new year.
We are going to Colorado.
My uncle has a very nice house there, and sence the population is lower, we believe it will be easier to live there.
If we ever make it, of course.
The undead here are getting too smart, we cant afford to have them learn anything else.
Like how all the screams pretty much render a human incapacatated....I dont think i spelled that right but i think that is the least of my worries.
Ryan was tapping me to wake me this morn.
I peered out of one eye to look at the time. My watch read 3:14. It was dark.
He whispered "They turned off the lights"
I rose to a crouch, and un-holstered my pistol. You could clearly hear their footsteps echo.
Ryan tapped Vinnie to find he was already awake. He pumped his shotgun.
The footsteps stopped, as the last tap reverberated off the walls.
Ryan suddenly lunged through the darkness, as the sound of steel from scabbard rang through my ears.
An inhuman scream tore the air, and pierced my ear again.
A sudden movement to my left, and I fired my pistol at it.
Vinnie stood and discharged a shell. Another scream, although this one was not one of death, but of misery.
We all met at the barrier of the store, and looked outside.
I said "They've never ran before."
Maybe there is more than one.
I think I hear them
Whispering.
Talking.
or maybe its in my head.
Maybe it's because she is in my dreams again.
I came up with a plan.
I looked at my seven remaining bullets, and knew that the time of my sniping was soon going to end.
I loaded one of the rounds into the chamber, and aimed at a car. I took a stab at the gas tank and shot.
I was rewarded with a steady flow of gas at the base of the car. With a small smile, I picked up a cocktail next to me and waited for the gas to pool out.
About an hour and a half later, I shouted at the undead. They came over rather quickly with a hungry look in their face.
Ryan and Vinnie cocked their heads at me. I pointed at them then to the building below me. They nodded.
I lit the flame on the towel and threw to bottle.
It ignited the gas, lighting seveal zombies on fire, but not as many as I needed.
That wasnt the plan though. The cars near the one i shot caught fire too. I ducked behind the low wall, and about fifteen minutes later, One car exploded, then anohter and another soon half the cars had exploded in the lot, and all the zombies were dead.
I walked to the ladder down into the store, and to my disapointment i saw that the shopping carts had scattered. I thought i heard footsteps, but i guess they're my own echoing. The silence has gotten to me. So now I started the baracade up again, and waited.
I saw Vinnie and Ryan sprining across the flames and wreakage. The right side baracade was up, and the left side was mostly done when Vinnie stumbled through, followed closly by Ryan.
I made a comment about helping with the barrier, when a sudden silence from Ryan quieted me.
He looked around, and said softly
"We're not alone."
I finally found this fuc*ing thing.
I believe that writing these words are keeping me sane this moment as it has been two weeks since I last spoke to someone else. Ryan and Vinnie are across the highway. They know they are there. Infact I can see them now. They've been out of ammo for 3 days. They have food, but not much more. Why they are there is simple. Bordom. Stupidity.
Seeing and knowing are two different things, are they not?
The story of how they are stuck there is in their heads.
But the story of the undead are daily. There are factions. They have evolved. They can communicate through grunts and nods. I think with intelligance comes unrest.
Their Civil war is brutal.
Yes.
Civil war.
It started witha nudge, I saw it. One shoved the nudger, and screamed at him. The other beat his chest, and the crowd parted into two well defined lines, and their screaches tore the air, I recoiled in the pain and fear. The right side charged the left and started biting, scratching and punching each other. The fight went on for several hours. A small handful left retreated as the left side showed clear victory with four times as many left.
My ammo is scarce. I lobbed a grenade into the center of the victors to remind them of who was superior. It killed half of them, and wounded many the rest.
But it was only round one.
They came from the forest and thousands startedto converge, and this time the screams made my ears bleed my body convulse and I was unable to move for an hour.
I
I remember the last peaceful conversation with all four of my friends.
I remember Mike saying we were unstopable, and we should have a theme song.
I write these lyrics as his tribute....
Dragonforce - Through Fire and Flames.
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light,
In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight.
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right.
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore,
The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shore.
On the blackest plains in Hell's domain, we watch them as they go,
Through fire and pain, and once again we know...
So now we're flying we're free, we're free before the thunderstorm,
On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on.
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight,
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls...
So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone;
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days-
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
As the red day is dawning, and the lightning cracks the sky,
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes.
Running back through the midmorning light, there's a burning in my heart;
We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars.
In your darkest dreams see to believe, our destiny is time,
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight...!
And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality;
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone.
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind,
Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands,
We fought so hard now can we understand
Ill break the seal of this curse if i possibly can
For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day,
For the light source so wasted and gone,
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days,
Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Take these literally, and you'll find their near our story enough.....
Amazing how when the bullet goes the wrong way how much it may hurt, when you have felt no remorse prior.
I Fear my own hypocracy.
I feel like everything is Fu--ed up.
I feel an unsatiable want to slaughter zombies, and an unrelenting feeling of guilt
I know there is nothing i could have done, but I've known Mike since I was four.
and I ended him.
Fu--.
This morning i was still awake.
The campfire had been put out, and i had heard scattered automatic gunfire.
So then i saw two firgures in grey run from the trees, one was wounded.
I took out the rifle, and looked.
I saw vinnie supporting mike, who was bleeding heavily from his arm,
chest, and legs.
Then i saw the crowd sprinting after them. I spot at least 12 b the time they'd reached the parking lot.
I chucked Bombs we had made from nearly anything. Vinnie Ushered mike up the stairs quickly, then followed.
Mike was pale, and vinnies untrusting stare at him told me everything i needed to know.
He looked at me, with hopelessness in his eyes, i knew what he wanted.
i unholstered my pistol
He nodded weakly.....
Or maybe in our case biting.
So we ran through the parking lot, and into the nearby woods.
We coasted along the edge, and finally spotted a mass congration of them
They were eating each other.
I shifted my weight and snapped a twig on accident.
Everyone of them stopped, and turned our way.
"Sh--" we all muttered.
They all began to sprint toward us.
I grabbed mike and threw him to the ground infront of me.
His massive weapon raked them down, Ryan assisted with some well placed rounds,
While vinnie and i kept a look on the flank.
The sound of the MG was deafining, We hadn't heard it fired in months.
Mike had about 20 of the 50 in the crowd downed when 3 burst out of the trees.
I killed one and wounded another, the third grabbed Ryan, and yanked him out of our circle.
He was behind a tree before i could get a shot off.
"RYAN" i yelled and sprinted after him. They were much slw because i was easily able to catch up,
But we were in the clear and the others had seen the fresh meat. I raised my rifle and took careful aim.
My heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat swayed my aim, but I fired once, and it severed the hand from the zombie
as i'd wanted it to. Ryan quickly scrambled to his feet, but the horde of them was too close for Mike
to finish the last few. Ryan unshealthed his katana, and darted toward the crowd.
He moved faster than I'd ever seen.
He cleaved one though the midsection, servered the head from another, and ended this spin by a
stab through the eye of another, Followed by a leap that cleaved two from breast to breast.
He used on of the remaining standing ones to land bringing his sword into it's throat.
... I shot the last two.
"FUC-" was a shout i heard from Vinnie about 2 seconds later.
Ryan and I sprinted to the trees were we had been.
They were gone.
Mikes SAW was still there.
I picked it up slowly.
there was about 50 rounds left.
Ryan motioned to leave... We had to... We had attracted to many during the shooting.
I have kept post since. It is nearing dusk, and they're are HUNDREDS of them here feasting to the carcases of the dead ones we saw yesterday.
I think i see a camp fire about 3 miles to our east.
I Hope thats them...
They're are thousands of them...
all dead.
not walking.
dead.
Not moaning.
Dead.
Not eating.
Dead.
Its over.
But why?
Did they all starve?
Did they have some fuction that quit when everything was dead?
Are we the last Humans alive?
We Go out tomarrow.
No zombies.
no people.
no noise.
no anything.
thats what i heard scouting today.
Nothing.
Is it stating to end?
When i heard the shoopping carts rattling.
I opened an eye, but it didn't help me. As you may have guessed if I was sleeping, the lights were out.
Memory served, and I recalled that it is Vinnie turn at the Lights, and mike on the gates.
So, thinking Mike was falling alseep, I called out "Oy, Mike wake your as* up."
I closed the eye again, and I saw the imprint of a light on the back of my eyelid.
There, Mikes up, i thought... And was about asleep, when I heard a curse, and the empty halls echoed with automatic gunfire.
i rolled too quick and my hammock slung me to the ground with a painful thud.
The only weapon near me was my pistol, I grabbed it, and went to the barracade.
Mike was several feet away from it, putting 3-round bursts into bodies that had found a purchace in the wall of shopping carts.
The intrusion had already been stopped.
Back to bed... there'd be no sleep.
since I hadnt seen one since the last, I called the rest of the group up there.
We all watched in silence, as the tumor got bigger, and the screams got louder.
This one got bigger than the last however, and couldn't walk because he was laden
with it. Then he exploded, I'll never forget this moment.
The pus flew and slpattered across the building... but a small bit landed on my sleeve.
I stared at it, as it tried to burrow itself through my kelvar reinforced shirt.
after about 10 seconds, I think the tiniest bit made it....
Color drained from my vision...everything looked blurry, everything had multiple copies of itself
The air seemed frozen, it was so cold, all those zombies, now what i believe to be my bretheren
allso looked so colorless. I yearned for color, for flavor. I heard nothing except, a distant thing getting closer,
it was so annoying, what was it, I turned to look, Vinnie stood there... He was over colored, like something on
and extremely young kids show. His clothing was a bright blue, skin lime green, gun a golden yellow...
and I wanted it. I wanted that color, I remember thinking "Color is only skin deep, he wouldnt mind me taking some."
I needed it now, I wanted that skin, to eat it, to have it be mine...
But a single thought went through my mind
"Friend"
It echoed around in my now empty mind. I looked at my sleeve, the pus was now halfway through.
My yearning for color was evermore now... and I understood. I unshealthed my knife, and cut away the sleeve
Even though my skin was bleach white, i saw the dark spot where the pus had started working its way into my flesh
I cut the skin away with my knife...
the yearning, faded away slowly, I had cut deep enough... my muscle tissue was barly cut, and had no dark spots,
Color came back to me in a rush, and suddenly all was black.
I woke a few hours later, my arm had been stiched with dental floss.
I went into the next room, and they all waited for me.
I told them what i felt, and Ryan grasped the situation the best...
He pointed out that I had retained motor fuctions instantly, and in this state I had been able to actually use the knife like a normal person would, even making medical decisions.
I only said one thing...
Shi-.
So today somthing happened, Something that i think, marks a decline in the growth pattern of these things.
One of them blew up.
I was on the roof, when i saw him.
First i noticed him because no zombie stood within 5 feet of him. So I watched him for a while, and boils were growing on him, his moans were a little louder than most, and instead of midless one, they were of pain. As i sat there and pondered this, they grew larger, and they larger they grew, the farther the zombies went away, soon he had 15 feet of clearance, and was now screaming in agony.
then he exploded into a mass of blood-laced pus.
any zombie his pus touch screamed, and ran hurridly..
curious.
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