Post by Veta on Oct 11, 2008 10:04:23 GMT -6
One line means a day have passed. Two means a couple have passed. Three means a jump, usually a flashback.
By: Fernando Elizalde
The True Survivor
1/28/12
Zombies. They're everywhere. Their slow, awkward limp now walk the streets of Las Vegas. It is quiet, an unusual silence fills the air.The zombies have used up their voice box beyond function, for it has been many a year since the outbreak. There are many ruins from the destruction caused by people in a desperate attempt to escape, or at least take out a few zombies down with them. Luckily for me, and possibility a few other survivors, the generator is still working, and there is light. I am stuck here in this grand casino, living off the unspoiled food. It have a hotel upstairs, and I am using one of the room as shelter from zombies. The lobby is scarcely populated by zombies, but their stench can be smelt, and there are still sounds of the dead walking the ground. I am watching TV, taken in by the blank stare of reruns and stand by screens. I try avoiding watching action movies, because I don't want to feel the urge to go Rambo and suicidal on the zombies. After, I slowly let myself drift to sleep, awaiting for a new day.
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2/5/12
My food is running out. I hear the screams of the remaining survivors fill the city, through these walls. I heard the silent screams of the zombies themselves. Silence is a very unbearable thing. Not hearing anything at all..... Is hearing everything. Many sounds fill your head, sounds that aren't even THERE. It could be enough to drive anyone insane, but I am a strong minded man. Either that, or I am already insane. Neo Nazis told us that they would come for us if we survived long enough. It's a filthy game..... But at least they are sparing us, unlike what they did to million in WWII. Although… I doubt their truths. Every now and then, I would see assassins being sent out. The neo nazies don't exactly like us Americans, but gave us a chance to prove ourselves superior. Now I must survive for a couple of years, in the state of Nevada, possibly all of United State… or the world. Sad, I know. I must move out, if I long food.....
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2/7/12
I should move out of this casino. I need a good weapon, not my measly pocket knife. I have no food, except some that can hardly be called a meal, such as butterfingers. I needed a set location to go to, and I found one. There is a museum nearby, and had few visitors. Less people inside at time of outbreak means less zombies. It has an indoor restaurant, and plenty old century weapons. I went out of my room to the elevator, which I used to head to the lobby. I was immediately greeted by a zombie, which had grabbed me on the shoulders. I put out my arms to prevent him from getting closer. My knife had fallen out of my pocket, and I immediately tried to grab the knife then slash it at the zombie. He seemed not to be affected, and roared in blind hunger. I grimaced at the roar, but I managed to stab the knife through his eyes, and blood came gushing out of the socket. My shirt became soaked with blood. He then fell over to the side, motionless, and dead..... Again? Redead? I suppose so.
2/7/12 Continued
The lobby was silent save a few flies buzzing around the dead corpse I have left in the elevator. I had used my knife on him, and cannot get it out, so I am vulnerable..... for now. I walked a few meters, looked around, and found the door to the security room, almost hidden by the overgrown plants. I went inside, very wary of my surroundings, and saw a recording device (TV) on a table. The last few hours of the beginnings. The beginnings. It played over and over, in that darkness, its screams cutting the silence in the room. I watched as zombies chased after people. Victims. Ribs stuck out of corpses, as a zombie ripped off a piece of wrist from a woman. She screamed, fainted, and was gored upon the teeth of several zombies. Nearby, a man was trying to hold off a few zombies with a simple pipe, his efforts useless as had his throat ripped out, veins popping all over. It was disgusting, repulsive. My head started to ache, and I had a flashback to the beginning.
The beginnings.
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11/11/10
I woke up from my bed, and my clock read 11:11. I was late for the party. I quickly got dressed for this after-dark dance party, walking slowly down several blocks, until I heard a high pitched scream. I turned around, and under the light of the streetlight, I saw a woman lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her. I ran to her, and she pointed to a direction, too terrified to speak. In that direction, I saw a figure lurking away to the alley. I took out my pocketknife, and ran to the alley. There was nobody around. I walked a bit further, in the dark silence. I had a eerie feeling in my stomach. I went into one of the building, to be welcomed by an empty warehouse. I turned on the light, and I saw something that seriously terrified me. Blood and gut, brains and organs, the stink filled the entire wall and floor. I gagged a bit, placing my hand over my mouth. It was gruesome. Curiously overwhelmed me, and I turned, only to see a lone figure moaning in the shadows....
11/11/10 Continued
I was frozen in my place. I could hear the deep breathing of the lone man, as he slowly walked towards me. When the lights hit him, I saw fresh blood crescent over his face. He uttered out all he could, "Help me." He then shook violently, dropped dead, revealing another man. He was heavily drenched in blood, an arm missing with a cluster of veins waving around freely. Blood poured out of every step he walked. He now stood there, face to face with me, a piece of flesh in his mouth. Dark blood dripped, as I stared into his red bloodthirsty eyes. We stood there for what seemed like hours. The man then attacked me by grabbing my shoulders and attempting to.... Bite my neck? I kicked him with all I have, and shaking in terror, I ran right out of the building. I jogged to the street. It was literally a nightmare. Fire's smoke filled the air, along with screams and sirens from polices. I was terrified. I then started to faint, and the darkness enveloped hell.
Silence came.
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2/8/12
The light slowly came into my eyes, and I quickly found myself lying on the floor of the security room. The power of the TV have been cut. Distant moans are heard. I got up and walked to one of the indoor windows. I tried to glance through the glass, and a hand rose from the floor and banged the window. Several more followed. I then became worried. There was only one exit from the security room into the lobby. I needed to find something to defend myself. I looked around, and of course, I found a couple of pieces of security equipment. Among those I took were taster, baton, and a .22 long rifle caliber pistol. So good so far. I took one deep breath before bashing through the door into a group of say, 4 or 5 zombies. I quickly ran a good ten feet away, for distance is vital to my survival, and calmed myself. I raised the gun up to my line of sight, and I relaxed myself. My heart rate began to slow a bit. Everything seemed to move very slowly. I then squeezed the trigger.
2/8/12 Continued
Shots rang out. Blood came gushing out of zombies' heads. Bodies fell to the ground with a thud. I have fired around five times and dropped 2 zombies. The remaining, I could not aim right and hit only their body, besides that, my gun jammed. Great, just the perfect time for gun jamming. I took out my taster to the approaching zombie, and shocked him. He yelled out in reflex, hair being fried off his head. I increased power of electricity, and held it there for a long while. Eye fell out of its socket. Blood and brains flowed out, and a piece of flesh fell off his face. My taster ran out of battery, and the zombie had fallen. I took out the baton and charged to one zombie. Instead of taking a blow, he grabbed my baton and yanked it out as if it was nothing. I needed a weapon, quick. I looked at the wall, and found exactly what I needed. Right there, on the wall, was an ax meant for fire escapes. I then had a grin on my face as I planned to walk to the zombie. The zombies doesn't know a thing, what I was going to do to their insides. It's my time.
2/8/12 Part 3
I broke the glass containing the fire ax, and grabbed it. I held it dear and closely to me as if it was a newborn baby. Its wail can be heard. It seemed to be crying out, "I want blood! Guts! Glory!" I decided to obey its order, and charged right toward a lone zombie limping around near some arcade. I buried my ax into his chest, the force pushing him backwards. His back landed on one of the slots of the casino, and the slot began to roll. Coins flowed out, and blood flowed out as my axe was deep into his forehead. My ax cut through his head, splitting it into half as brain, eye, and bone pieces splattered on the floor. I then turned to face the last zombie, and saw him stand stupidly, oblivious of my slaying of his friends. I grinned, and his arms came out by my ax, veins came out but were reluctant to fall out completely, for its other end was connecting to the core of the zombie's body. I swiped my ax once, and his head fell down, blood gushing out. Silence filled the room.
2/8/12
Dead bodies lay sprawled all over the casino. Blood seemed to have flooded the floor. I stood there, above it all, a sense of power overcoming me for a second. I breathed a sight of relief, that I made it alive, then I looked around. Out of one of the window, I saw a beautiful sunset falling down the urban hills. I walked to the window, amazed. It seemed too peaceful for what I have done. It seemed....... Quiet. I watched as the light slowly hid into the darkness. I realized I needed a place to sleep in. I quickly scouted the place for a small, easily-manageable room. there was the manager's office, behind that heavy wooden door. I slowly opened the door, ax in my hand, and turned on the light. It was empty, as if nobody set foot into the room at all. First thing first, I barricaded the door by jamming it with my bloodied axe. After that's done, I tried establishing a place for me to sleep. After considering some places, I decided on the chair. I sat on the chair, tired, then slept.
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2/9/12
I woke up from a terrible dream. It seemed very distant now, but I remember seeing my family's remains on the floor, and a lone shadow stood over them, as if he was the grim reaper himself. I heard that spine-chilling laugh, stared at his red dark eyes. The memories of my family haunts me to this day. I tried to ignore it for now. I had to move out of this place. I eased my tiredness, then grabbed the axe and went out. What stood on the other door surprised me. There were little flames everywhere, and a truck had crashed through the wall. The fact that I hadn't heard the crash spooked me a little. I went over to investigate the crash, wary of any intruders. I slowly went over to the door, and peeked into one of the windows. Nothing....? I then feel something cold touch my head. "Speak if you ain't a zombie." a voice spoke to me. I don't know what to say, but I had to say something quick. "Howdy do?" I said with an accent and a smile. The gun fell, and I turned.
2/9/12
On the other side of the gun, there stood a man in red striped jacket and an almost shaved face. He looked like your typical redneck, complete with that stylish mustache and a six shooter. He gave me a great bear hug, and told me, "It's finally nice to meet other survivors!" He then put me down, and sat on the lobby chair. Feeling uneasy, I went and sat with him. " Man, I never get to see others often. My home was destroyed because a group of rowdy fraternities burnt it down. I managed to shoot two of 'em boogers. I got on my truck and drove all the way over here, but a flash scared me and I crashed into here. What's your story?" he asked. I replied simply, "Oh, just the right place at the right time. Hey I'm going outta this place. There's no food, and obviously, no shelter," I said, glancing at the truck. I picked up my fire ax and began to walk out of the door. "Wait, I'm going with you." He said. "By the way, name's Gusvato. Larry Gusvato.
2/9/12
I explained most of my plan to him, to go to the carnival, stopping by the supermarket on the way. "Let's go, then." Larry said. Obviously, the truck was in ruins and wouldn't start, so we had to find some means of transport. I motioned Larry to help me clear the barricade leading into the streets, and left a note saying that we have cleared the place of food. This can save a lot of hassle for others, and takes only a minute or two to make a note. "What's you doing, making a love letter to your beloved casino? Let's go!" We went out, and it seemed quiet, with a few zombies scattered around the street. They are spread thinly, so it shouldn't be a problem to avoid them or take them out. Couple of cars filled the streets, but most seemed to be in ruin. The parking lot is the best place to get cars, I thought. We went to the parking lot behind the casino, and there was a selection of cars to choose from. Larry hopped on one and yelled, "Come on in!"
2/9/12
It was a big truck, bright red, and seemed like a monster from where I was standing. It was.... Perfect. High wheels, strong front, tough exterior. "This is no time to oogle pretty cars, boy! Hop on!" Larry yelled out. I snapped right out and reality flowed in. I took a gander around, and sure enough, zombies were closing in all around us. I quickly got into the truck and Larry floored it out of the parking lot. "Where to?" Asked Larry. I then replied back, "the supermarket. It's on the next right." We drove there, and parked near the entrance. We got out, walked into the mart, and heard the squeaky sliding door close behind us. The market is barely dimmed by the few working lights, and a little moaning can be heard. "Watch my back. Don't stray away," I reminded Larry. As I walked into an aisle, I saw a zombie, then grabbed a pair of shears nearby and cut his head off, leaving me with a headless body. "Did you see that?" I said, but got no answer. I kept looking around the aisle, still no answer. He was missing.
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2/10/12
I sighed, waking up from a long nap on the top of the shelves. I was feeling drowsy, and it was becoming nigh. As the sun set, I couldn't find Larry anywhere. The warehouse, the meat storage, the office, nobody. In desperation and anger at the thought of being alone again, I chopped any zombies I met into nasty pieces. A bit fatigued, I went to get a shopping cart and loaded the non-perishables, as well as some snacks. I pushed the full cart out of the supermarket, and saw that the truck was still there, with a dark figure squirming around inside. I set my shopping cart next to the truck, and pulled out my axe. I carefully opened the door farthest from the shadow, and there was Larry. In all of his glorious laziness, he slept there. I woke him up, saying, "You were supposed to watch my back!" He rose, stared at me blankly, and moaned, "I am watching your back. Jes keeping an eye on them zombies." I sighed, then packed our groceries from the cart, and drove down the road to the carnival.
9/10/12
"Ya know, I never caught your name."Larry said, as he was driving on the way to the carnival. I hadn't realized this at all, so I said to him, "Oh, it's Veta." "Strange name. Alright, looks like we're here!" Larry said, as he parked in front of the entrance to the carnival. It was colorful, but now with the zombies around it and the emptiness, it felt totally different. "Creepy," Larry observed. I silently agreed, then proceed to move forward. "Larry, look for a safe place you think can keep the zombies away, and I'll find a good source of food," I planned. Larry then proceed on his merry way, pushing the cart of food and waving around his shotgun in a playful manner. I scoffed at this, then proceed to move in the opposite direction where Larry went. I came across a mirror house, and decided to explore a bit. I have never been in one, ever. When I got inside, it was a maze. I got a good way in, and it was starting to be hard to find a way out. Suddenly, moaning zombies surrounded me.
2/10/12
I smashed every mirror I saw with the handle of my ax. With every scatter of a mirror, a moan is heard. It is an illusion, so many zombies around me, yet it's like finding Waldo. I tried to feel my way out, scattering all the mirror I could find, when I saw one last reflection. The other is the real thing. I turned my ax around and scattered the last mirror, then stared at the lone zombie. That blank stare.... I won't forget that for a long time. I drove my ax through his foot, splitting it into gore-rendous half, with blood spilling out. The zombie, finding lack of balance, knelt, leaving himself exposed. I don't want to wear my ax any further, so I picked up a large shard of mirror, then struck it through the back of the zombie's skull. While standing over the corpse, my head throbbed with pain. I let out a yelp in pain, and then everything faded into blackness. Something appeared in my mind. The first kill. My first kill.
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11/12/10
It was still dark from the last night, as I ran alongside the panicked crowd towards my house. Cars were zooming by, honking horns wildly, and every now and there, I saw a person sinking his teeth in another. It was like a bad zombie movie. I wanted to go home and make sure my girlfriend is ok. As I was nearing my destination, a car came and crashed into the wall, taking people in front of me. I groaned with disgust, and opened the gate to my home. It was quiet, almost as if it haven't been touched at all. I turned in the news, and it was blathering about attackers on the loose, spreading a deadly virus around. Soon, it might say something I can use, I thought, and I then prepared a quickie travel pack, taking food and toothbrush and the such. I freshened up a bit in the restroom, washing my face, hoping everything was just a bad nightmare. I looked out. Panic filled the streets. I looked inside my house. Inside my own house..... there is a girl in the garden.
1/12/10
I looked into my own garden. A shady figure stood there, at the edge. I went out, carefully approached her, on guard. "Excuse me!" I firmly said to her. She turned around, and I was shocked. It was Ellen, my girlfriend. She stared at me, then started to stumble towards me. I immediately knew one thing. She was drunk. I went into my house, telling her to come towards me. She stumbled some more, almost tripping over at one point, and we got inside, and I tried to help her sit down on the chair. Instead, she jumped onto me, a wild look in her eyes. I tried to keep her body away from me, as I searched with my hands for something, anything. I grasped something, then pointed it towards her. It was a sharp tipped umbrella. She seemed to do nothing, and did one thing I did not expect at all. She jumped onto the umbrella, the tip piercing her heart. She was still alive, desperately trying to grasp me. That was when I realized that Ellen was not herself anymore. I pulled out my umbrella, bracing myself.
1/12/10
I pulled out my umbrella, and tried to bring myself to even hit her. The wound in Ellen's heart bled with every step.I tried poking her legs, but it only made more wounds, the ones that she don't feel at all. I then heard something from the television. "The only way to neutralize is to remove the head, or destroy the brain. That quote echoed in my head. "Remove the head, or destroy the brain." I feel kind of faint, that I'm going to kill my own girlfriend. Blackness took over for a split second, and before I knew it, the umbrella was through her eye socket, brains leaking out, and the wound widened by opening of the umbrella. She dropped to the ground, motionless. I gasped, a flow of emotion going through me. I felt everything. Anger, sadness, heartbroken, and the most human emotion went through me...... Survival. Right now, it is the survival, forget law, forget order. I warped my hands on the umbrella, and pulled it out. I stood in front of the door. I'm ready.
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2/12/12
Brightness welcomed me back when I woke up. The last thing I remembered was blacking out in the mirror room. I seem to be in an all white room, like...... Heaven? "Welcome, Veta." a booming voice sounded out of nowhere. "Hello? Is anyone there?!" I yelled out. "You are all alone. Y'all got to be out there." That was when I realized, it was Larry. "I know it's you, cut the joke." I said aloud. Right behind me, a door hidden in the walls opened, and revealed himself to be Larry. "What's a man got to do to kill some time?" Larry said. He sighed, then led me to a room with two couches and a pile of food in a corner. "I found you lying over on the floor, and when I saw that you were still breathin', I carried you all the way over here," Larry explained. "You were sleeping for well over a day or two." I was shocked a bit, but shook it off. I took a look around, and saw a radio. I examined it, and observed, "this thing needs juice. I'm going out." Larry then said to me, "I'm going, too."
2/12/12
"Why.... Why did you want to come?" I asked Larry. "So I could keep an eye on you. Next time you faint, you might not be so lucky." Larry explained. "Besides, you don't even know where we even are." I agreed, and Larry led me out. I still had my fire axe in my hands, blood dried on the edges. When we got outside, I looked behind myself, and I saw an big tent, probably the office. I asked Larry where he thought the batteries was, and he said, "We should look in the gas station right across us." I followed him through all the broken and neglected rides, out into the street. "Be careful." Larry said, as he reached the station, and prepared his shotgun as he quickly covered all of the aisles. A shot rang out, and a zombie behind the counter fell down, headless. Larry examined him for a while, and yelled out, "Hey pal! This guy gots a .357!" He then tossed it to me, and a few speed loaders. I stared at the gun. Smooth..... shiny.... Very durable and a silver color.... Perfect.
2/12/12
"I found it!" Larry exclaimed, as he held a pack of batteries in his hand. He then shoved it into his pocket, and started for the door. "Wait. Let's look around for something we might be able to use." I said. Larry agreed, but only to a quick search. I took a gander around, and grabbed a can of coke from the refrigerator. I chugged it all, and tossed it onto the floor. "Hey Larry! I'ma search the garage, you take the storage." I said. Larry obliged, and I went in to search the garage. Various body parts were hanging everywhere. On the floor, decaying remains lay sprawled. I took one big breath, and went in. I tried looking for something useful, and found a portable blowtorch. It's perfect, I thought. Looking around some more, I saw a small wagon with cans of gasoline. I carried it out, and saw Larry there. He was holding a can of water in one hand, a goddamn long screwdriver in the other, and a shotgun on his back. "Carry this wagon, will ya?" I said to Larry. "It's time to go back."
2/12/12
On the way back, the streets, before empty, is now polluted by several zombies. About 5 or so zombies stood in front of the entrance. Larry shot the first one in the knees, and finished him by driving a screwdriver through his head. It went through cleanly. As he fought the next zombie, I went ahead and used my blowtorch to his face. The zombie screamed, as flesh burned off his bare skull. He fell down, and pieces of burnt skull and brain tissues fell. I then aimed my .357 to a zombie, and pulled the trigger. It hit him right in the left side of his forehead. By the time I was done, Larry had already killed the zombies in our path. Once we got there, I motioned Larry to set up several gas cans on the ground, and doused the area around the shelter. I had an idea that this would keep the zombies and intruders away. We got inside the base, and Larry fell down on the sofa. "I'm beat." he said. I replaced the batteries into the radio, and nodded it off. It was getting late, so I fell asleep.
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2/13/12
I woke up to a loud roar. I looked around, and saw Larry standing there, peeking through the window. He saw me. "You're awake. Come on, take a look at this." He whispered. I quietly crept over to the window, and took a peek. What lies outside took me by surprise. There was others. Survivors. A U-Haul truck came into the carnival, smashing any unlucky zombies in its path. After the truck came to a halt, the driver came out. He was a middle aged man. The passenger revealed herself. A former model, at least seems like so. Both people were covered in blood. They were still oblivious to our hideout, scouting the carnival a bit, finishing off any zombies. The gal used a pistol, and the man used a baseball bat. Cracks and gunshots can be heard in the distance. "What are they doing here?" Larry whispered. "Should we kill them or let them in?" I then replied, "Let's wait it out. See if they can find their own place." "I sure hope so." Larry said.
2/13/12
The strangers came back to the truck after a long hour. The man seemed to say something to the lady, and she opened the back door. Two more people came out, hoisting bags of what seemed to be supplies. One of them seems to be a former army man, and the other was an average teenage girl. They walked around, and the "leader", the man with the baseball bat, led them somewhere. They seemed to be coming closer and closer to our hideout. "Ooh, this is bad news!" Larry said. He quickly went out and grabbed his shotgun, and went near the exit. Luckily for both of us, the bag popped, and supplies fell out. The teenager started worrying around, and the leader muttered something then helped pick the mess up. A lone zombie charged towards the group, but the army man took out his knife and stopped him. More zombies came, and the group ran to our hideout. Larry and me hid as quickly as we could and we heard the sound of the doors opening. "Stay quiet." Larry whispered.
2/13/12
The lights came on. 4 survivors walked onto the room. The former solider dropped his bag onto the sofa and barricaded the door with what they have. The model sighed and rested her head on the leader's shoulder. They both sat on the sofa. Unarmed and busy, Larry decided this would be the time. He burst out of the door, yelling, "Nobody moves!' and pointing a shotgun at them. "This here is our home!" The group held up their hands. I came out, my .357 pointed at the leader. "Whoa there. We just came here looking for a safe place." He said. I thought it over, and explained to everyone in the room. "Ok, you guys have your own food, we have ours. You're welcome to stay." "Thanks, guy. My name's John. This here is Bridget, but I'm sure you have heard of her." He said, pointing to the model. A solider stepped up, and said, "Cap'n Will, at your service. She's Annie" Larry kept his shotgun pointed to the group. "I don't care. Y'all got some zombies on our backs!" He yelled.
2/13/12
"Look pal, we can help you with the pest problem," Will reassured an enraged Larry. Larry thought it over, and calmed down. "Fine, jes' make sure you do it quickly before them zombies come." He said. "By the way, name's Larry." I saw the chance to jump in. "My name's Veta." "Well, pleased to meet ya." John said. Will decided to take care of the zombie problem, and went right up onto the balcony in a sniper position. A few gunshots can be heard. in front of us, Annie groaned in pain, grabbing her arm tightly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's my arm... A deep cut..." She cried out. "It's caused by a glass door. She was thrown out, and some of the glass is still stuck inside her." Bridget explained. I went over to Annie, and examined her wounds. It was bleeding, despite being held together by a crude bandage. I looked around quickly, and found small knives and a tweezers. I told her to lie on the sofa, to relax her arms. She obliged. "Don't worry. I'm a surgeon."
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2/14/12
"Your wound is healing up quite nicely." I said, after examining Annie. "Thank you, doctor." She said softly. I stirred a bit, for it have been years sine someone last called me a doctor. I shook it off, and went up into the balcony. I saw Larry and Will looking at the zombies, taking potshots. I looked over to the grounds, and saw a large cluster of undead walking around, despite Will's plan. "This ain't good news." Larry said to me. I began to worry, and went downstairs to meet John and Bridget. "What's wrong?" John asked me, after seeing my face. "Have you guys found an emergency exit yet?" I asked. He had found one, a ladder from the second floor to the streets. I told them to pack their things, and grabbed my revolver and my fire ax. I saw as Annie, Bridget, and John gathered their weapons and supplies. Annie was not using her left arm at all, leaving it to rest. She went over to peak out of the window. Suddenly, the window broke, and a hand grabbed Annie.
2/14/12
She screamed, trashing around as the zombie had a firm grasp on her neck. I had only one chance to save her. I brought up my .357, and aimed carefully. If I shoot the hand, the force can kill her. I just let my hand loose, and shot anyway. It hit the zombie in the elbow, tearing its arm off. Annie ran back to us, and threw the arm back at the zombie. The barricade fell apart, and zombies poured through the doors and windows. "Let's go!" John yelled. All of us ran upstairs, throwing various objects onto the floor. There were too many zombies. I ran, catching Larry and Will on the way. "Let's go!" I yelled. They quickly grabbed their weapons and headed for the ladder. We climbed down, one by one, and ended up on the wide street. It was empty, lined with broken down businesses and homes. Behind us, the musky smell of zombies filled the air. Their groans and moans reached our ears. I took one step froward. "What now?" I whispered to myself.
2/14/12
"The radio!" I remembered. It was our only source of information. Just when I was about to head back, Will was taking aim, and he shot the gasoline cans. There was a tremendous explosion, zombies burning, screaming. Some were torn apart violently. Their parts flew into the sky. The tent caught fire, and there was only a small chance I could survive. The radio is in there, I just had to go in. I quickly ran back inside, despite the screaming behind me. Once I got inside, it was chaos. Burning roof fell down everywhere. I quickly went to the stairs, and felt a musky bottom. I quickly realized what was happening, and leap froward. The stair gave way with a loud crash. I started to look around, and saw the radio in middle of the room, untouched. I quickly grabbed it, and shielded it as if it was a loved one. I looked around. The fire was getting worse. I had to escape, now. Many pieces fell down, and zombies came towards me. I might not live after all.
2/14/12
The way back was ruined, I had to find another way out. Before I could look around, I was reminded by the moans of the zombies. Luckily, most had succumbed to the fire, and there was only 2 left. I took one with my fire ax, and while the blood still flowed, another head was decapitated. Behind me, a piece of metal fell down, making a slope. I saw the chance, and holstered my ax, and ran up. I jumped, tearing the fabric, and was welcomed by a great height. In the middle of the air, I felt like time was slowing down. There was a couple of zombies on the floor. I took out my .357, and each one of them dropped before I could even land. I looked behind me, and there was a great fire. I realized there was no place to sleep, and that I was missing in action. Tired, I dragged my radio and my ax behind me, walking towards the ferry wheel, killing anyone that stood in my way. I got onto a cart, and slept dearly. That moment, I remembered another piece of my past....
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1/13/10
I woke up to a continuous siren and screaming outside my house, I got up and took my bloodied umbrella. I walked to the living room, where backpacks full of supplies, as well as the former body of Ellen laid. I looked away, and took the backpack. I went outside. The streets were filled with chaos, people speeding away and blood everywhere. Even my neighborhood isn't enough. I quickly ran behind a house, where a supermarket resides. Once I got there, I saw a very gruesome scene. A mother and daughter went to the entrance, and a man shot them, as if they were foul beasts. Even now, I know the difference between the undead and the living. They begged, and was executed on the spot. I wouldn't have survived past this point. I quickly ran around the alley of the supermarket, and saw the whole thing filled with zombies. I started having second thoughts, and decided to go back. The way back were clogged with zombies as well. I was trapped.
1/13/10
They closed in, an insatiable hunger in their eyes. I felt cornered, and looked around. Hope was there, in form of a simple cart. I took a row of carts and made a quick barricade on one side, and took one cart and ran to the other side, towards behind the building. I felt the force of impact as I ran towards the back side. Dozens of zombies fell over, and some had hit their head hard. Those ones never came back. When I got to the rear, I saw a fire exit, and flipped the cart over. I jumped onto the car and made a great leap towards the suspended ladder. I seemed to be carried by an unknown force, jumping in grace. I grasped on, and the force rattled the entire thing a bit. I climbed and climbed, till I was to the top. I opened the door and snuck in. I heard a bit of chatter, and suddenly, an alarm rang out. I felt a bit stupid. The door I came from was rigged with an alarm. I quickly dived behind some fruit display, and witnessed as two people came. They checked everything out. The alarm went silent, and the people began to leave.
1/13/10
Those people seemed to be bloodied. One held a machete, and the other held a piece of wood. They turned their back on me, and I popped out, feeling a bit cunning. I took a heavy melon, and snuck up onto the group. One man motioned to the other to search for something, as I stay, stalking the man. When I was close enough, I brought the melon heavily onto the man. He fell like a sack of potatoes. My melon splattered into juicy pieces. I walked towards the center, where I saw a couple of people gathered together. One of them stood up at the sight of me, and went towards me, shotgun in hand. "Who are you, and where did you come from?" He yelled. I quickly reassured him I was no threat. " Whoa, whoa. I'm Veta. I came from the fire exit." I said. He then realized where the alarm came from. He talked to a few others, then came towards me. "Fine, you can stay with us. But personally, I don't trust you." He expressed. I had made my place in the supermarket. I relaxed on the bench, and slept.
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2/15/12
I woke up, the lights welcoming me. I felt a bit exhausted, but went out anyway. With the fire ax on my back, a radio in one hand, and a .357 in the other I went outside. The smoke still rose from the hot ashes of what used to be the hideout. I made my way there, and carefully navigated through the black ground. Once I got to where the group used to be, there was nothing. I looked around, and saw a piece of paper and a bottle of water. The paper seemed to be a log of Will Thompson, the solider, and on the back, there was writing. "If you do make it, that's good. John says we're going east. Jes' follow the blood trail. Best regards, Larry. PS, bottoms up. It's no good to us if you die of thirst." I smiled, and shoved the paper in my pocket, I drank the water, and threw it in the trash bin. There's no reason to not be civilized. I walked a bit further, and saw a dead zombie, blood footsteps leading into the unknown. I followed, and disappeared into the fog.
2/15/12
I came across an intersection, with a bus still warm. Fresh fires covered some parts of the bus. The footsteps seemed scattered. My guess is that there was a crash here. I peeked inside the bus, and looked around. Some fresh bodies laid. One person was carrying a small crowbar. I took it, and went outside. I followed the blood trail, renewed by dead zombies, and after hours, got tired. There was a gas station nearby. I managed to drag myself inside. While looking through the aisles, I heard a loud thump from the storeage. I was not alone. I slowly went up to the storage, my newly found crowbar in my hands. I went towards the direction of the noise. When I reached the end of the room, I was confused. There was nobody. When I turned around, there was a hideous figure. He had no eyes, covered by pure, bloody flesh. I aimed the hook side of the crowbar, and slashed it at the creature's head. My crowbar hit..... Nothing? He vanished, like smoke. Was I really going insane?
2/15/12
I must be seeing things. I walked out of the storage room, and grabbed something to eat. The hotdogs still spun. I relieved one, and squirted it with ketchup. I enjoyed my meal, and had a soda to wash it down. When I spun around, I saw a dead body. I never noticed it there before. I went up and saw that it had bite marks, and a few flesh pieces missing. It must be one of the bus survivors. I sighed out of tiredness, and stepped outside. I went to the middle of the street, for a better view of everything. A block from here, there was a very tall hotel. I headed there, but found the doors barricaded. There must be survivors inside. I sighed, and walked towards someplace else. Before I could go, I heard a loud moan. There was zombies breaking into the hotel. I watched in dismay, and suddenly, the entire building exploded. The top half started succumbing to gravity. I stood, paralyzed. There was no escape. I had the time to think, "Holy...." Before the whole thing came down on me.
2/15/12
I woke up to ruins. The fact I even woke up in first place surprised me. I was in a room that was turned sideways. Above me, there was a door. I felt sharp pain all over my body. My weapons seemed to have disappeared. Ah well, no zombies would have survived this, anyhow. I climbed the sofa towards the door, and emerged into a twisted hallway. Light beams flowed into the rooms and ruins, allowing me to see the small particles. I limped towards the end, where the entire thing seemed to be cut into half. I found my fire ax and .357 among the rubble. As I got out of the site, a few zombies moaned and shuffled towards me. I took one at the spine, severing him, and the rest with my .357. "Somebody help me!" I yelled. I fended off the most I could, especially in a state like mine. My .357 ran out of ammo. The zombies kept on coming. I managed to finish the group off by throwing pieces of rubble. "Where is...... Everyone......" I uttered, before fainting out of pain and fatigue.
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1/14/10
I felt a slight poking in my ribs. My eyes opened, and a child stood there. "Hey mister. Mum over there wants to know if you're ok." He said. I stood up, and had a massive headache. I just shook it off, and said, "I'm ok. It was just a bad dream." I smiled afterward, and the boy ran back to his mom. I looked around the supermarket, and saw a lot of drama. A woman and a daughter were arguing ferociously. A man comforted his girlfriend. A strange man sat on the bench, eying his weapon lovingly. I stood up, and walked around. A pile of edible food were in a corner. I reached in, and grabbed a bag of chips. I saw several people setting up a crude barricade, market aisles leaned on it. I walked to the rooftop, and chaos lies before my own eyes. I had never thought this would happen. Cars sped onto one another, zombies ate lone survivors, and smoke filled the air. This shouldn't be happening. "Surprise?" A man behind me said. He chuckled and went up towards me.
1/14/10
"I always knew this would have happened. Them gov'ment scum knew about it." A paranoid man said to me. He chuckled, and shared a bit more. "The people down there are hopeless. The police, the doctors, everyone." I groaned. I ignored his ramblings, and went back inside. I heard a commotion going around, and several people rushed past me. I was a bit confused, till I saw that zombies had broken in. Several people were fighting off zombies. Some zombies slipped through, and I stabbed one in the mouth. It pierced the back of her throat, and I pulled out my umbrella out. I slashed another zombie, and stabbed one's knee. There eventually became too many zombies for me to handle. I had to run, but where? Some people had been eaten, and some other were going into a room. I followed, and there was a sewer entrance. As a man opened the door, a stink filled the room. I ignored it, and went down, and was welcomed by the dim lights of the sewer. The men closed the door, covering us in a blanket of darkness.
1/14/10
A single ray of light formed in the darkness. Few more followed. They quivered, moving about. I followed in the dim light, my umbrella in my hands. I could hear the splashing of the water. The scent of the sewers became heavier. I heard snarling, and one light waved around wildly. I could see the zombie tear a man's wrist off. He shot the zombie in the head. Looking at his wound, he said, "It's time for me to leave...." He then ran into the branching tunnel, and gunshots echoed. We ran deeper into the tunnel. More snarling followed moaning. People started to panic and scream. Suddenly, I felt a hand over my shoulder. I turned around, and saw a zombie about to bite my shoulder. A shot rang out, and the mouth filled with blood. I turned to thank the man, but then a zombie tackled him. The pistol slid, and I took it. The man was gone. I shot a zombie, and ran. The screams behind me faded till it disappeared. After hours of walking, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Bright light enveloped my vision. I kept on pusing foward, hopeful.
1/14/10
I walked towards the light. I could feel the warmth over me as I closed in. The stink began to fade away. I was welcomed by nature. The river flowed from the tunnel. I walked, following the river a bit. I looked towards the horizon, where the city lies. It stood, containing chaos. Scattered smoke filled the air. I sat down, feeling the need to relax. A smooth sunset dawned over the city, forming a long shadow. I was so far from home, yet I felt like I had been here all my life. My eyes diverted towards the skies, where I saw the empty black space above. I thought of all the things that have happened so far. Killing my own girlfriend, having chaos appear in front of your own eyes.... Them zombies.... I chuckled. I stared at the city, when I heard a loud whoosh. Suddenly, the city exploped, a bright light enveloping my view. The sky turned black. I could feel the force hit me, dust flying everywhere. The city is replaced by an fiery explosion, just as orange as the setting sun.
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2/17/12
"Hey man. You ok?" A man spoke to me. "I'm Rai. We found you in the middle of the street. When we saw that you were still alive, we picked you up and carried you here." he explained. I sat up, and found myself in bed. there was dust all over me. I wiped some off, and let out a cough. Dust flew out, filling the air. "Woah there, buddy. Just lie there and relax. You've been hurt badly." Rai softly said. "Wait here. I'll fetch the others." With that, Rai disappeared out of the door. I used this time to my advantage. My weapons must be around here.... On the drawer next to me, I saw a cracked ax with a dirty magnum. Most importantly, the radio. It still has the batteries in it. I examined my ax. It was dried with blood, some bone fragment stuck to the blade. My magnum is dirty with gunpowder, worn from so many sparks. The radio seemed to be in perfect condition. I felt bruises all over my body. I sighed, and laid down the door creaked, and several footsteps followed.
2/17/12
Rai led the group into the room. His small band consisted of a blond lady and an energetic man. "Guys, this is the guy we found." Rai explained. The lady came up towards me, and said, "Charmed. My name is Cheryl." She held out her hand like a queen, and I just shook it causally. The man introduced himself. "Name's Roger." He said. The trench coat he had on waved in the air as he came towards me, and held out his hand. I shook it, feeling the firm grasp. Rai seemed to get exited, and said, "Alright, guys!" He realized something, then said, "Oh yeah. We haven't caught your name yet." "Oh, it's Veta. Nice to meet you guys." I said with a smile. "Veta? That's.... A strange name..." Roger commented. I got up, and tried to walk around. "Cheryl? Would you mind showing Veta around?" Rai said. Cheryl nodded, and opened the doors. I thanked her, and we walked around, indoors and outdoors. I found out I was in one of the many look alike houses on this small street. Cheryl asked, "So.... How do you like this place.... So far?"
2/17/12
"It's a very..... Soothing place." I replied, unsure if I put out the words the way I liked to. Cheryl beamed with happiness, and said, "Sweet! Alright, we have 4 houses secured here. On the side, you can see the barricade we set up. One house is the kitchen, the other armory, with traps and the such, this two is our bedhouses." She chuckled a bit, and told me that they sleep in one house in case there was trouble and they needed each other. I thought it was pretty neat, rearranging houses to specialize in a particular area. On the sides, there was a pile of rubbish, filled with metals, furniture, and so on. They were packed in a line, as a barricade. Cheryl looked to the skies. "Looks like it's going to rain." She said. We both went inside, and we attempted to slide time by talking to each other, playing board games, and such. "You know.... You're not such a bad guy." Rai rightfully said late in the night. I smiled. I sat on the sofa, relaxed, and I realized I had Will's logs all along. In the dark, only source of light from a puny lamp, I read quietly into the night.
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3/10/10
"Men, report in!" I barked into my radio. I waited for a few moments; before long a young soldier, a British corporal named Fredericks,0 ran up. "Captain." He shouted after a rather hasty salute. "Sector seems to be clear. Pvt. Jacobs and Pvt. Carlson are just finishing up, we should hear from them soon." I frowned at the incompletness of the job, but happy that we were close to getting out of there. We were in Minneapolis, the third day there, slowly cleaning out the entire state. I grabbed my radio and pressed the button, "Base come in." I said "This is Bravo Two-Niner, come in Base. Over." Static was all that I heard for a few moments before, finally, a faint voice could be heard. "Base here, go ahead, Bravo Two-Niner. Over." "Objective complete, Base, request evac at 0600 tomorrow, over." "Uhh, roger, Bravo Two-Niner, a bird will land for evac at 0600 tomorrow morning, Base out." I smiled, finally some good news, tomorrow we'll go back to base, relax for a few days and then we'll be off, probably to some different town in Minnesota on a different mission. Oh well, I'll think about it later. I walked over to our makeshift camp and into my tent, wondering where those last two soldiers were...
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3/11/10
I woke to screaming early this morning, screaming and gunfire, along with a piecering shriek of our alarm system. I sat up with a start, something was wrong. I looked at my watch, it was 6:15 AM. Had I missed evac? I grabbed my rifile and got up, fumbling to get the tent open. I finally got the ******* tent flap out of my face and stepped outside. I wish I hadn't. The first thing I saw was the remains of the helicopter sent here for evac, I looked inside, the pilots were both dead as were four or five corpses of soldiers lying around, the co-pilot and one of the soldiers had been zombified. What had happened? Had those two soldiers, Pvts. Jacobs and Carlson come back? Had they been zombified then came back to camp and infected it? I heard a faint shouting. My head snapped to my right, Cpl. Fredericks was on the ground, crawling towards me, alive but holding a cloth to what was clearly a bite wound to the neck. "Sir." He rasped, blood oozing from his mouth as he talked. "It was horrible. Jacobs and Carlson. One of them or both of them came back early this mornin. As a zombie. They infected a few soldiers just before evac came. We were able to fight some of them off until the 'chopper landing. I was bitten running towards it, first in the arm. I saw most of those who hadn't been bitten climb on. The 'chopper took off but apparently something happened. One of the soldiers...must have been infected. He got the co-pilot, who bit the pilot, causing the chopper to crash. Lucky for us, the zombies seemed to have been killed by pieces of metal flying around. Now please, take care of me." I frowned and nodded. I took out my pistol, aimed it at Fredericks' forehead and pulled the trigger. I looked for my radio. it was gone. I cursed softly and got into one of the jeeps we had and started driving towards the southwest. I had to get home...
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2/18/12
I woke up to the smell of food. Hot bread filled my nose. I was pretty sure I was making it all up, when Rai came into my room. "Veta, you have to come to the kitchen! Cheryl's cooking something!" Rai said. I got up, a bit drowsy, and went with Rai. The smell grew stronger until Cheryl and Roger appeared in view cooking..... Pancakes? Roger teased Cheryl a bit, commenting on how rarely she cooks. It seemed to me that Roger was usually the cook around here. Rai sat down, and motioned me to sit down across the table. Cheryl came, carrying a stack of pancakes, and said, "Eat up, boys. This is the last of our pancakes." Roger came in, and sat down to the right of me. I took one slice and buttered it. The bread tasted like heaven, compared to the food I was accustomed to. Pieces of pancake were cut and eaten. I could hear the rain pounding on the roof, many rocks pounding metal. "It's raining. We best stay inside." Roger said. I agreed in silence. The plates went empty, when I heard yelling. "Hot zone! Blow 'er up!" An explosion followed soon after.
2/18/12
"What the hell was that?" Roger said. The explosion felt so close, the plates and forks shook with force. "Get to the armory!" Rai yelled to the three of us. Cheryl went off first, and I followed with Roger. We got there, only to find the door blocked by rubbish from the blast zone. Humming and a slight rumbling filled the ground. Five motorcycles rode in, three bearing two human each. They got off, searching the houses. Roger took out a switch, but I interrupted first. "Let me get my stuff first." I said. Roger was about to say something, but I ran off, indenting to sneak in for recovery. A couple of guys stayed out, some went in,and I sneaked around the outer patrol. I opened the back window, and made sure there was nobody around. I jumped into the house, and I seemed to be in the kitchen. Unarmed, I searched the drawers for anything useful. I found a butter knife, some bottle caps, and other junk. I took the butter knife anyway. I could think of ways to kill with one.
2/18/12
So carefully I sneak, each gracious but silent step I take. I emerged out into the hallway, and was about to proceed when I heard a toilet flush. The door opened, and a rough man, fully clad in black leather clothing and a bandanna, came out. He turned his back to me, scratching his beard. It was as if he wanted me to take him. I snuck on, observing his neck, and before he could scream, I had my butter knife deep into his neck. He tried to choke, but only blood came out. He fell down, a puddle forming all around. I made my way tot he bedroom without any interruptions. There, on the drawers, were my ax, my revolver, and my radio. I took all three, and walked back out. as I stepped onto the living room, I heard yelling. Many footsteps scurried about. One biker found me, and took out his hatchet. With my fire ax, I blocked his blow, and hit him in the foot with the metal handle. His screams were silenced by my ax's sharp end through his very cheeks. I bent down, and found bullets. I fitted three into my .357, and walked out. There, a scream sounded out.
2/18/12
As I got out, I saw Roger fighting off some bikers. One of them had gotten Cheryl in his arms, and she was screaming. "Let me go! Somebody help me!" She yelled. The biker had shot Roger in the rib and the leg, causing him to fall down. I had a choice to make, save Cheryl or tend to Roger. I ran up to Roger, bending down to examine him quickly, when Rai came along. "I'm a mercenary. I know first aid. so go! Save her!" Rai said. Roger took out his switch. "Hurry...." Roger weakly said. I ran after the biker, firing a bullet. It missed, and the biker tossed Cheryl on the bike, hopped around her, and rode off. I had to find some transportation. There it is, one biker circling with the others around the base. As one neared me, I swung my ax at his stomach, causing him to fall off, intestines sticking out of his gut. I picked the motorcycle up, and rode off, bent on saving her. Cheryl. I chased the biker, long behind his trail. Behind me, Rai defended himself against the devils with a rifle while with Roger. When far enough, an explosion filled the darkness. "Roger...... Rai....." I whispered.
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2/19/12
I followed that tiny speck on the road, keeping my distance, as to look like just another rider. Eventually, we happened upon an enormous oil refinery, a metal city in itself. The man rode up to the refinery gate, and spoke to one of the guards. I followed, and was asked who I was. "I'm a doctor. I'm with him." I said, knowing I had my coat on. The guard had a skeptical look on his face, but probably decided to let me pass, what with the shortage of medical care these days. I drove in, and saw a community very different from the outside world. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people scattered around the place, drinking, gambling, and watching dancers. I wandered around aimlessly, on the ground, in the warehouses, or on one of the many platforms suspended in the air. A tough guy went up to me, and asked me if I wanted to rest. I said yes, and he led me to a room in the warehouse Just then, the biker, whom I chased met me, face to face. He was red with anger. "Boy, what's you doing here?"
2/19/12
"I... I was just wandering around." I stammered a bit, but quickly controlled my fear. "I came across this place. They let me in, because I'm a doctor." The man stared at me in disbelief, and turned around... Only to fetch a shotgun propped towards the wall. "I know what you are doing here. I ain't going to die, not today." He said, and pointed his shotgun at me. Several men left, hoping to avoid a gruesome scene. "Now.... any last words?" He said. I remained silent. Just as quickly as he pulled the trigger, I pulled my own, my .357 inside his shotgun. The barrel exploded, and sharpened flew into the man's face, scarring him. He screamed, writhing on the ground, and I finished him off by stabbing the fragmented shotgun deep into his neck. He had fear in his eyes, as if he had seen death itself, before it took him. Just then, a group of bikers barged in, and saw my fresh kill. They all drew their weapons on me. "Take him to the brig." A man ordered. They all overpowered me, and knocked me unconscious.
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2/21/12
All I could remember was being dragged into a storage room. "What will we do with him?" One disembodied voice said. "The time will come for him. He can deal with it in the meantime. He's a doctor, after all." another voice said. It grew distant 'till I could heard it no more. I woke up in a cold place. As I looked around, it seemed to me I am in a freezer of some sort. Shelves had been arranged to make separate cells. Inside one, a woman went up to me. "Thank goodness you're awake! We have to get out of here!" she said. As my eyes became clear, the woman transformed into Cheryl in my own eyes. She looked beat up, and I couldn't even wonder what evil they have done to her. Cheryl smiled at me, happy to see a friendly face. I talked to her for a while, and she told me that there is a vent in my cell, but I needed something to pry it open. Cheryl thought of this, and tore a meat hook out of a rotting hulk. She handed it to me. "Be careful, Veta. We don't know what's out there. Good luck." She warned.
2/21/12
I climbed the shelf, trying to beat open the grating. It fell down with a loud clatter, and we froze for a moment. Nobody came. I climbed into the hole, and emerged out into the top of the roof of an oil refinery building. Gray sky became warmed by the fires spouting out of the tower. Right below me, there is a ledge, and a man overlooking the area below. He sported a cigarette, smoke adding to the fire's mist. I silently wandered the roof, meat hook in my hand. As quick as a wolf, I jumped down, piercing the man's spine. With my shoulder, I pushed the hook upwards like a lever, and pulled it out as hard as I could. The result was a spine partly sticking out of the man's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere, as ribs stuck out irregularly. I unclenched the hook, and the man fell down, spine over his head. I checked his contents, and all he had is a rifle. Best save it for Cheryl when she does get out. I wandered around a bit, and saw a commotion going on down below. A strange man..... Familiar....
2/21/12
That strange man had a great, big eagle on his shoulder. Probably the last of its kind. Dozens of biker surrounded this man, some pointing weapons at him. The man seemed to say something under his bowler hat, and the eagle squawked back. It pounced upon a man as quickly as he squawked, and the man screamed. Some riders watched in awe, others tried to stop the eagle. The eagle was too much for the bikers, since it was flapping around wildly. The victim had his eyes gored out, nose bleeding, flesh ripped off his face, The mysterious man took this chance to attack a biker. He swung around him, using him as a body shield, grabbing his hands. The machine gun rang out, and every single person dropped dead. He then cracked the neck, and let the body fall down. For those who still survived, the man brutally stomped on the head. He looked in my direction... And smiled. I quickly retracted, uneasiness inside me. I remember this man... Long time ago... I felt dizziness, and collasped on the cold, hard steel.
More will be coming as I text them into the phone
By: Fernando Elizalde
The True Survivor
1/28/12
Zombies. They're everywhere. Their slow, awkward limp now walk the streets of Las Vegas. It is quiet, an unusual silence fills the air.The zombies have used up their voice box beyond function, for it has been many a year since the outbreak. There are many ruins from the destruction caused by people in a desperate attempt to escape, or at least take out a few zombies down with them. Luckily for me, and possibility a few other survivors, the generator is still working, and there is light. I am stuck here in this grand casino, living off the unspoiled food. It have a hotel upstairs, and I am using one of the room as shelter from zombies. The lobby is scarcely populated by zombies, but their stench can be smelt, and there are still sounds of the dead walking the ground. I am watching TV, taken in by the blank stare of reruns and stand by screens. I try avoiding watching action movies, because I don't want to feel the urge to go Rambo and suicidal on the zombies. After, I slowly let myself drift to sleep, awaiting for a new day.
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2/5/12
My food is running out. I hear the screams of the remaining survivors fill the city, through these walls. I heard the silent screams of the zombies themselves. Silence is a very unbearable thing. Not hearing anything at all..... Is hearing everything. Many sounds fill your head, sounds that aren't even THERE. It could be enough to drive anyone insane, but I am a strong minded man. Either that, or I am already insane. Neo Nazis told us that they would come for us if we survived long enough. It's a filthy game..... But at least they are sparing us, unlike what they did to million in WWII. Although… I doubt their truths. Every now and then, I would see assassins being sent out. The neo nazies don't exactly like us Americans, but gave us a chance to prove ourselves superior. Now I must survive for a couple of years, in the state of Nevada, possibly all of United State… or the world. Sad, I know. I must move out, if I long food.....
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2/7/12
I should move out of this casino. I need a good weapon, not my measly pocket knife. I have no food, except some that can hardly be called a meal, such as butterfingers. I needed a set location to go to, and I found one. There is a museum nearby, and had few visitors. Less people inside at time of outbreak means less zombies. It has an indoor restaurant, and plenty old century weapons. I went out of my room to the elevator, which I used to head to the lobby. I was immediately greeted by a zombie, which had grabbed me on the shoulders. I put out my arms to prevent him from getting closer. My knife had fallen out of my pocket, and I immediately tried to grab the knife then slash it at the zombie. He seemed not to be affected, and roared in blind hunger. I grimaced at the roar, but I managed to stab the knife through his eyes, and blood came gushing out of the socket. My shirt became soaked with blood. He then fell over to the side, motionless, and dead..... Again? Redead? I suppose so.
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The lobby was silent save a few flies buzzing around the dead corpse I have left in the elevator. I had used my knife on him, and cannot get it out, so I am vulnerable..... for now. I walked a few meters, looked around, and found the door to the security room, almost hidden by the overgrown plants. I went inside, very wary of my surroundings, and saw a recording device (TV) on a table. The last few hours of the beginnings. The beginnings. It played over and over, in that darkness, its screams cutting the silence in the room. I watched as zombies chased after people. Victims. Ribs stuck out of corpses, as a zombie ripped off a piece of wrist from a woman. She screamed, fainted, and was gored upon the teeth of several zombies. Nearby, a man was trying to hold off a few zombies with a simple pipe, his efforts useless as had his throat ripped out, veins popping all over. It was disgusting, repulsive. My head started to ache, and I had a flashback to the beginning.
The beginnings.
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11/11/10
I woke up from my bed, and my clock read 11:11. I was late for the party. I quickly got dressed for this after-dark dance party, walking slowly down several blocks, until I heard a high pitched scream. I turned around, and under the light of the streetlight, I saw a woman lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her. I ran to her, and she pointed to a direction, too terrified to speak. In that direction, I saw a figure lurking away to the alley. I took out my pocketknife, and ran to the alley. There was nobody around. I walked a bit further, in the dark silence. I had a eerie feeling in my stomach. I went into one of the building, to be welcomed by an empty warehouse. I turned on the light, and I saw something that seriously terrified me. Blood and gut, brains and organs, the stink filled the entire wall and floor. I gagged a bit, placing my hand over my mouth. It was gruesome. Curiously overwhelmed me, and I turned, only to see a lone figure moaning in the shadows....
11/11/10 Continued
I was frozen in my place. I could hear the deep breathing of the lone man, as he slowly walked towards me. When the lights hit him, I saw fresh blood crescent over his face. He uttered out all he could, "Help me." He then shook violently, dropped dead, revealing another man. He was heavily drenched in blood, an arm missing with a cluster of veins waving around freely. Blood poured out of every step he walked. He now stood there, face to face with me, a piece of flesh in his mouth. Dark blood dripped, as I stared into his red bloodthirsty eyes. We stood there for what seemed like hours. The man then attacked me by grabbing my shoulders and attempting to.... Bite my neck? I kicked him with all I have, and shaking in terror, I ran right out of the building. I jogged to the street. It was literally a nightmare. Fire's smoke filled the air, along with screams and sirens from polices. I was terrified. I then started to faint, and the darkness enveloped hell.
Silence came.
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2/8/12
The light slowly came into my eyes, and I quickly found myself lying on the floor of the security room. The power of the TV have been cut. Distant moans are heard. I got up and walked to one of the indoor windows. I tried to glance through the glass, and a hand rose from the floor and banged the window. Several more followed. I then became worried. There was only one exit from the security room into the lobby. I needed to find something to defend myself. I looked around, and of course, I found a couple of pieces of security equipment. Among those I took were taster, baton, and a .22 long rifle caliber pistol. So good so far. I took one deep breath before bashing through the door into a group of say, 4 or 5 zombies. I quickly ran a good ten feet away, for distance is vital to my survival, and calmed myself. I raised the gun up to my line of sight, and I relaxed myself. My heart rate began to slow a bit. Everything seemed to move very slowly. I then squeezed the trigger.
2/8/12 Continued
Shots rang out. Blood came gushing out of zombies' heads. Bodies fell to the ground with a thud. I have fired around five times and dropped 2 zombies. The remaining, I could not aim right and hit only their body, besides that, my gun jammed. Great, just the perfect time for gun jamming. I took out my taster to the approaching zombie, and shocked him. He yelled out in reflex, hair being fried off his head. I increased power of electricity, and held it there for a long while. Eye fell out of its socket. Blood and brains flowed out, and a piece of flesh fell off his face. My taster ran out of battery, and the zombie had fallen. I took out the baton and charged to one zombie. Instead of taking a blow, he grabbed my baton and yanked it out as if it was nothing. I needed a weapon, quick. I looked at the wall, and found exactly what I needed. Right there, on the wall, was an ax meant for fire escapes. I then had a grin on my face as I planned to walk to the zombie. The zombies doesn't know a thing, what I was going to do to their insides. It's my time.
2/8/12 Part 3
I broke the glass containing the fire ax, and grabbed it. I held it dear and closely to me as if it was a newborn baby. Its wail can be heard. It seemed to be crying out, "I want blood! Guts! Glory!" I decided to obey its order, and charged right toward a lone zombie limping around near some arcade. I buried my ax into his chest, the force pushing him backwards. His back landed on one of the slots of the casino, and the slot began to roll. Coins flowed out, and blood flowed out as my axe was deep into his forehead. My ax cut through his head, splitting it into half as brain, eye, and bone pieces splattered on the floor. I then turned to face the last zombie, and saw him stand stupidly, oblivious of my slaying of his friends. I grinned, and his arms came out by my ax, veins came out but were reluctant to fall out completely, for its other end was connecting to the core of the zombie's body. I swiped my ax once, and his head fell down, blood gushing out. Silence filled the room.
2/8/12
Dead bodies lay sprawled all over the casino. Blood seemed to have flooded the floor. I stood there, above it all, a sense of power overcoming me for a second. I breathed a sight of relief, that I made it alive, then I looked around. Out of one of the window, I saw a beautiful sunset falling down the urban hills. I walked to the window, amazed. It seemed too peaceful for what I have done. It seemed....... Quiet. I watched as the light slowly hid into the darkness. I realized I needed a place to sleep in. I quickly scouted the place for a small, easily-manageable room. there was the manager's office, behind that heavy wooden door. I slowly opened the door, ax in my hand, and turned on the light. It was empty, as if nobody set foot into the room at all. First thing first, I barricaded the door by jamming it with my bloodied axe. After that's done, I tried establishing a place for me to sleep. After considering some places, I decided on the chair. I sat on the chair, tired, then slept.
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2/9/12
I woke up from a terrible dream. It seemed very distant now, but I remember seeing my family's remains on the floor, and a lone shadow stood over them, as if he was the grim reaper himself. I heard that spine-chilling laugh, stared at his red dark eyes. The memories of my family haunts me to this day. I tried to ignore it for now. I had to move out of this place. I eased my tiredness, then grabbed the axe and went out. What stood on the other door surprised me. There were little flames everywhere, and a truck had crashed through the wall. The fact that I hadn't heard the crash spooked me a little. I went over to investigate the crash, wary of any intruders. I slowly went over to the door, and peeked into one of the windows. Nothing....? I then feel something cold touch my head. "Speak if you ain't a zombie." a voice spoke to me. I don't know what to say, but I had to say something quick. "Howdy do?" I said with an accent and a smile. The gun fell, and I turned.
2/9/12
On the other side of the gun, there stood a man in red striped jacket and an almost shaved face. He looked like your typical redneck, complete with that stylish mustache and a six shooter. He gave me a great bear hug, and told me, "It's finally nice to meet other survivors!" He then put me down, and sat on the lobby chair. Feeling uneasy, I went and sat with him. " Man, I never get to see others often. My home was destroyed because a group of rowdy fraternities burnt it down. I managed to shoot two of 'em boogers. I got on my truck and drove all the way over here, but a flash scared me and I crashed into here. What's your story?" he asked. I replied simply, "Oh, just the right place at the right time. Hey I'm going outta this place. There's no food, and obviously, no shelter," I said, glancing at the truck. I picked up my fire ax and began to walk out of the door. "Wait, I'm going with you." He said. "By the way, name's Gusvato. Larry Gusvato.
2/9/12
I explained most of my plan to him, to go to the carnival, stopping by the supermarket on the way. "Let's go, then." Larry said. Obviously, the truck was in ruins and wouldn't start, so we had to find some means of transport. I motioned Larry to help me clear the barricade leading into the streets, and left a note saying that we have cleared the place of food. This can save a lot of hassle for others, and takes only a minute or two to make a note. "What's you doing, making a love letter to your beloved casino? Let's go!" We went out, and it seemed quiet, with a few zombies scattered around the street. They are spread thinly, so it shouldn't be a problem to avoid them or take them out. Couple of cars filled the streets, but most seemed to be in ruin. The parking lot is the best place to get cars, I thought. We went to the parking lot behind the casino, and there was a selection of cars to choose from. Larry hopped on one and yelled, "Come on in!"
2/9/12
It was a big truck, bright red, and seemed like a monster from where I was standing. It was.... Perfect. High wheels, strong front, tough exterior. "This is no time to oogle pretty cars, boy! Hop on!" Larry yelled out. I snapped right out and reality flowed in. I took a gander around, and sure enough, zombies were closing in all around us. I quickly got into the truck and Larry floored it out of the parking lot. "Where to?" Asked Larry. I then replied back, "the supermarket. It's on the next right." We drove there, and parked near the entrance. We got out, walked into the mart, and heard the squeaky sliding door close behind us. The market is barely dimmed by the few working lights, and a little moaning can be heard. "Watch my back. Don't stray away," I reminded Larry. As I walked into an aisle, I saw a zombie, then grabbed a pair of shears nearby and cut his head off, leaving me with a headless body. "Did you see that?" I said, but got no answer. I kept looking around the aisle, still no answer. He was missing.
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2/10/12
I sighed, waking up from a long nap on the top of the shelves. I was feeling drowsy, and it was becoming nigh. As the sun set, I couldn't find Larry anywhere. The warehouse, the meat storage, the office, nobody. In desperation and anger at the thought of being alone again, I chopped any zombies I met into nasty pieces. A bit fatigued, I went to get a shopping cart and loaded the non-perishables, as well as some snacks. I pushed the full cart out of the supermarket, and saw that the truck was still there, with a dark figure squirming around inside. I set my shopping cart next to the truck, and pulled out my axe. I carefully opened the door farthest from the shadow, and there was Larry. In all of his glorious laziness, he slept there. I woke him up, saying, "You were supposed to watch my back!" He rose, stared at me blankly, and moaned, "I am watching your back. Jes keeping an eye on them zombies." I sighed, then packed our groceries from the cart, and drove down the road to the carnival.
9/10/12
"Ya know, I never caught your name."Larry said, as he was driving on the way to the carnival. I hadn't realized this at all, so I said to him, "Oh, it's Veta." "Strange name. Alright, looks like we're here!" Larry said, as he parked in front of the entrance to the carnival. It was colorful, but now with the zombies around it and the emptiness, it felt totally different. "Creepy," Larry observed. I silently agreed, then proceed to move forward. "Larry, look for a safe place you think can keep the zombies away, and I'll find a good source of food," I planned. Larry then proceed on his merry way, pushing the cart of food and waving around his shotgun in a playful manner. I scoffed at this, then proceed to move in the opposite direction where Larry went. I came across a mirror house, and decided to explore a bit. I have never been in one, ever. When I got inside, it was a maze. I got a good way in, and it was starting to be hard to find a way out. Suddenly, moaning zombies surrounded me.
2/10/12
I smashed every mirror I saw with the handle of my ax. With every scatter of a mirror, a moan is heard. It is an illusion, so many zombies around me, yet it's like finding Waldo. I tried to feel my way out, scattering all the mirror I could find, when I saw one last reflection. The other is the real thing. I turned my ax around and scattered the last mirror, then stared at the lone zombie. That blank stare.... I won't forget that for a long time. I drove my ax through his foot, splitting it into gore-rendous half, with blood spilling out. The zombie, finding lack of balance, knelt, leaving himself exposed. I don't want to wear my ax any further, so I picked up a large shard of mirror, then struck it through the back of the zombie's skull. While standing over the corpse, my head throbbed with pain. I let out a yelp in pain, and then everything faded into blackness. Something appeared in my mind. The first kill. My first kill.
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11/12/10
It was still dark from the last night, as I ran alongside the panicked crowd towards my house. Cars were zooming by, honking horns wildly, and every now and there, I saw a person sinking his teeth in another. It was like a bad zombie movie. I wanted to go home and make sure my girlfriend is ok. As I was nearing my destination, a car came and crashed into the wall, taking people in front of me. I groaned with disgust, and opened the gate to my home. It was quiet, almost as if it haven't been touched at all. I turned in the news, and it was blathering about attackers on the loose, spreading a deadly virus around. Soon, it might say something I can use, I thought, and I then prepared a quickie travel pack, taking food and toothbrush and the such. I freshened up a bit in the restroom, washing my face, hoping everything was just a bad nightmare. I looked out. Panic filled the streets. I looked inside my house. Inside my own house..... there is a girl in the garden.
1/12/10
I looked into my own garden. A shady figure stood there, at the edge. I went out, carefully approached her, on guard. "Excuse me!" I firmly said to her. She turned around, and I was shocked. It was Ellen, my girlfriend. She stared at me, then started to stumble towards me. I immediately knew one thing. She was drunk. I went into my house, telling her to come towards me. She stumbled some more, almost tripping over at one point, and we got inside, and I tried to help her sit down on the chair. Instead, she jumped onto me, a wild look in her eyes. I tried to keep her body away from me, as I searched with my hands for something, anything. I grasped something, then pointed it towards her. It was a sharp tipped umbrella. She seemed to do nothing, and did one thing I did not expect at all. She jumped onto the umbrella, the tip piercing her heart. She was still alive, desperately trying to grasp me. That was when I realized that Ellen was not herself anymore. I pulled out my umbrella, bracing myself.
1/12/10
I pulled out my umbrella, and tried to bring myself to even hit her. The wound in Ellen's heart bled with every step.I tried poking her legs, but it only made more wounds, the ones that she don't feel at all. I then heard something from the television. "The only way to neutralize is to remove the head, or destroy the brain. That quote echoed in my head. "Remove the head, or destroy the brain." I feel kind of faint, that I'm going to kill my own girlfriend. Blackness took over for a split second, and before I knew it, the umbrella was through her eye socket, brains leaking out, and the wound widened by opening of the umbrella. She dropped to the ground, motionless. I gasped, a flow of emotion going through me. I felt everything. Anger, sadness, heartbroken, and the most human emotion went through me...... Survival. Right now, it is the survival, forget law, forget order. I warped my hands on the umbrella, and pulled it out. I stood in front of the door. I'm ready.
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2/12/12
Brightness welcomed me back when I woke up. The last thing I remembered was blacking out in the mirror room. I seem to be in an all white room, like...... Heaven? "Welcome, Veta." a booming voice sounded out of nowhere. "Hello? Is anyone there?!" I yelled out. "You are all alone. Y'all got to be out there." That was when I realized, it was Larry. "I know it's you, cut the joke." I said aloud. Right behind me, a door hidden in the walls opened, and revealed himself to be Larry. "What's a man got to do to kill some time?" Larry said. He sighed, then led me to a room with two couches and a pile of food in a corner. "I found you lying over on the floor, and when I saw that you were still breathin', I carried you all the way over here," Larry explained. "You were sleeping for well over a day or two." I was shocked a bit, but shook it off. I took a look around, and saw a radio. I examined it, and observed, "this thing needs juice. I'm going out." Larry then said to me, "I'm going, too."
2/12/12
"Why.... Why did you want to come?" I asked Larry. "So I could keep an eye on you. Next time you faint, you might not be so lucky." Larry explained. "Besides, you don't even know where we even are." I agreed, and Larry led me out. I still had my fire axe in my hands, blood dried on the edges. When we got outside, I looked behind myself, and I saw an big tent, probably the office. I asked Larry where he thought the batteries was, and he said, "We should look in the gas station right across us." I followed him through all the broken and neglected rides, out into the street. "Be careful." Larry said, as he reached the station, and prepared his shotgun as he quickly covered all of the aisles. A shot rang out, and a zombie behind the counter fell down, headless. Larry examined him for a while, and yelled out, "Hey pal! This guy gots a .357!" He then tossed it to me, and a few speed loaders. I stared at the gun. Smooth..... shiny.... Very durable and a silver color.... Perfect.
2/12/12
"I found it!" Larry exclaimed, as he held a pack of batteries in his hand. He then shoved it into his pocket, and started for the door. "Wait. Let's look around for something we might be able to use." I said. Larry agreed, but only to a quick search. I took a gander around, and grabbed a can of coke from the refrigerator. I chugged it all, and tossed it onto the floor. "Hey Larry! I'ma search the garage, you take the storage." I said. Larry obliged, and I went in to search the garage. Various body parts were hanging everywhere. On the floor, decaying remains lay sprawled. I took one big breath, and went in. I tried looking for something useful, and found a portable blowtorch. It's perfect, I thought. Looking around some more, I saw a small wagon with cans of gasoline. I carried it out, and saw Larry there. He was holding a can of water in one hand, a goddamn long screwdriver in the other, and a shotgun on his back. "Carry this wagon, will ya?" I said to Larry. "It's time to go back."
2/12/12
On the way back, the streets, before empty, is now polluted by several zombies. About 5 or so zombies stood in front of the entrance. Larry shot the first one in the knees, and finished him by driving a screwdriver through his head. It went through cleanly. As he fought the next zombie, I went ahead and used my blowtorch to his face. The zombie screamed, as flesh burned off his bare skull. He fell down, and pieces of burnt skull and brain tissues fell. I then aimed my .357 to a zombie, and pulled the trigger. It hit him right in the left side of his forehead. By the time I was done, Larry had already killed the zombies in our path. Once we got there, I motioned Larry to set up several gas cans on the ground, and doused the area around the shelter. I had an idea that this would keep the zombies and intruders away. We got inside the base, and Larry fell down on the sofa. "I'm beat." he said. I replaced the batteries into the radio, and nodded it off. It was getting late, so I fell asleep.
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2/13/12
I woke up to a loud roar. I looked around, and saw Larry standing there, peeking through the window. He saw me. "You're awake. Come on, take a look at this." He whispered. I quietly crept over to the window, and took a peek. What lies outside took me by surprise. There was others. Survivors. A U-Haul truck came into the carnival, smashing any unlucky zombies in its path. After the truck came to a halt, the driver came out. He was a middle aged man. The passenger revealed herself. A former model, at least seems like so. Both people were covered in blood. They were still oblivious to our hideout, scouting the carnival a bit, finishing off any zombies. The gal used a pistol, and the man used a baseball bat. Cracks and gunshots can be heard in the distance. "What are they doing here?" Larry whispered. "Should we kill them or let them in?" I then replied, "Let's wait it out. See if they can find their own place." "I sure hope so." Larry said.
2/13/12
The strangers came back to the truck after a long hour. The man seemed to say something to the lady, and she opened the back door. Two more people came out, hoisting bags of what seemed to be supplies. One of them seems to be a former army man, and the other was an average teenage girl. They walked around, and the "leader", the man with the baseball bat, led them somewhere. They seemed to be coming closer and closer to our hideout. "Ooh, this is bad news!" Larry said. He quickly went out and grabbed his shotgun, and went near the exit. Luckily for both of us, the bag popped, and supplies fell out. The teenager started worrying around, and the leader muttered something then helped pick the mess up. A lone zombie charged towards the group, but the army man took out his knife and stopped him. More zombies came, and the group ran to our hideout. Larry and me hid as quickly as we could and we heard the sound of the doors opening. "Stay quiet." Larry whispered.
2/13/12
The lights came on. 4 survivors walked onto the room. The former solider dropped his bag onto the sofa and barricaded the door with what they have. The model sighed and rested her head on the leader's shoulder. They both sat on the sofa. Unarmed and busy, Larry decided this would be the time. He burst out of the door, yelling, "Nobody moves!' and pointing a shotgun at them. "This here is our home!" The group held up their hands. I came out, my .357 pointed at the leader. "Whoa there. We just came here looking for a safe place." He said. I thought it over, and explained to everyone in the room. "Ok, you guys have your own food, we have ours. You're welcome to stay." "Thanks, guy. My name's John. This here is Bridget, but I'm sure you have heard of her." He said, pointing to the model. A solider stepped up, and said, "Cap'n Will, at your service. She's Annie" Larry kept his shotgun pointed to the group. "I don't care. Y'all got some zombies on our backs!" He yelled.
2/13/12
"Look pal, we can help you with the pest problem," Will reassured an enraged Larry. Larry thought it over, and calmed down. "Fine, jes' make sure you do it quickly before them zombies come." He said. "By the way, name's Larry." I saw the chance to jump in. "My name's Veta." "Well, pleased to meet ya." John said. Will decided to take care of the zombie problem, and went right up onto the balcony in a sniper position. A few gunshots can be heard. in front of us, Annie groaned in pain, grabbing her arm tightly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's my arm... A deep cut..." She cried out. "It's caused by a glass door. She was thrown out, and some of the glass is still stuck inside her." Bridget explained. I went over to Annie, and examined her wounds. It was bleeding, despite being held together by a crude bandage. I looked around quickly, and found small knives and a tweezers. I told her to lie on the sofa, to relax her arms. She obliged. "Don't worry. I'm a surgeon."
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2/14/12
"Your wound is healing up quite nicely." I said, after examining Annie. "Thank you, doctor." She said softly. I stirred a bit, for it have been years sine someone last called me a doctor. I shook it off, and went up into the balcony. I saw Larry and Will looking at the zombies, taking potshots. I looked over to the grounds, and saw a large cluster of undead walking around, despite Will's plan. "This ain't good news." Larry said to me. I began to worry, and went downstairs to meet John and Bridget. "What's wrong?" John asked me, after seeing my face. "Have you guys found an emergency exit yet?" I asked. He had found one, a ladder from the second floor to the streets. I told them to pack their things, and grabbed my revolver and my fire ax. I saw as Annie, Bridget, and John gathered their weapons and supplies. Annie was not using her left arm at all, leaving it to rest. She went over to peak out of the window. Suddenly, the window broke, and a hand grabbed Annie.
2/14/12
She screamed, trashing around as the zombie had a firm grasp on her neck. I had only one chance to save her. I brought up my .357, and aimed carefully. If I shoot the hand, the force can kill her. I just let my hand loose, and shot anyway. It hit the zombie in the elbow, tearing its arm off. Annie ran back to us, and threw the arm back at the zombie. The barricade fell apart, and zombies poured through the doors and windows. "Let's go!" John yelled. All of us ran upstairs, throwing various objects onto the floor. There were too many zombies. I ran, catching Larry and Will on the way. "Let's go!" I yelled. They quickly grabbed their weapons and headed for the ladder. We climbed down, one by one, and ended up on the wide street. It was empty, lined with broken down businesses and homes. Behind us, the musky smell of zombies filled the air. Their groans and moans reached our ears. I took one step froward. "What now?" I whispered to myself.
2/14/12
"The radio!" I remembered. It was our only source of information. Just when I was about to head back, Will was taking aim, and he shot the gasoline cans. There was a tremendous explosion, zombies burning, screaming. Some were torn apart violently. Their parts flew into the sky. The tent caught fire, and there was only a small chance I could survive. The radio is in there, I just had to go in. I quickly ran back inside, despite the screaming behind me. Once I got inside, it was chaos. Burning roof fell down everywhere. I quickly went to the stairs, and felt a musky bottom. I quickly realized what was happening, and leap froward. The stair gave way with a loud crash. I started to look around, and saw the radio in middle of the room, untouched. I quickly grabbed it, and shielded it as if it was a loved one. I looked around. The fire was getting worse. I had to escape, now. Many pieces fell down, and zombies came towards me. I might not live after all.
2/14/12
The way back was ruined, I had to find another way out. Before I could look around, I was reminded by the moans of the zombies. Luckily, most had succumbed to the fire, and there was only 2 left. I took one with my fire ax, and while the blood still flowed, another head was decapitated. Behind me, a piece of metal fell down, making a slope. I saw the chance, and holstered my ax, and ran up. I jumped, tearing the fabric, and was welcomed by a great height. In the middle of the air, I felt like time was slowing down. There was a couple of zombies on the floor. I took out my .357, and each one of them dropped before I could even land. I looked behind me, and there was a great fire. I realized there was no place to sleep, and that I was missing in action. Tired, I dragged my radio and my ax behind me, walking towards the ferry wheel, killing anyone that stood in my way. I got onto a cart, and slept dearly. That moment, I remembered another piece of my past....
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1/13/10
I woke up to a continuous siren and screaming outside my house, I got up and took my bloodied umbrella. I walked to the living room, where backpacks full of supplies, as well as the former body of Ellen laid. I looked away, and took the backpack. I went outside. The streets were filled with chaos, people speeding away and blood everywhere. Even my neighborhood isn't enough. I quickly ran behind a house, where a supermarket resides. Once I got there, I saw a very gruesome scene. A mother and daughter went to the entrance, and a man shot them, as if they were foul beasts. Even now, I know the difference between the undead and the living. They begged, and was executed on the spot. I wouldn't have survived past this point. I quickly ran around the alley of the supermarket, and saw the whole thing filled with zombies. I started having second thoughts, and decided to go back. The way back were clogged with zombies as well. I was trapped.
1/13/10
They closed in, an insatiable hunger in their eyes. I felt cornered, and looked around. Hope was there, in form of a simple cart. I took a row of carts and made a quick barricade on one side, and took one cart and ran to the other side, towards behind the building. I felt the force of impact as I ran towards the back side. Dozens of zombies fell over, and some had hit their head hard. Those ones never came back. When I got to the rear, I saw a fire exit, and flipped the cart over. I jumped onto the car and made a great leap towards the suspended ladder. I seemed to be carried by an unknown force, jumping in grace. I grasped on, and the force rattled the entire thing a bit. I climbed and climbed, till I was to the top. I opened the door and snuck in. I heard a bit of chatter, and suddenly, an alarm rang out. I felt a bit stupid. The door I came from was rigged with an alarm. I quickly dived behind some fruit display, and witnessed as two people came. They checked everything out. The alarm went silent, and the people began to leave.
1/13/10
Those people seemed to be bloodied. One held a machete, and the other held a piece of wood. They turned their back on me, and I popped out, feeling a bit cunning. I took a heavy melon, and snuck up onto the group. One man motioned to the other to search for something, as I stay, stalking the man. When I was close enough, I brought the melon heavily onto the man. He fell like a sack of potatoes. My melon splattered into juicy pieces. I walked towards the center, where I saw a couple of people gathered together. One of them stood up at the sight of me, and went towards me, shotgun in hand. "Who are you, and where did you come from?" He yelled. I quickly reassured him I was no threat. " Whoa, whoa. I'm Veta. I came from the fire exit." I said. He then realized where the alarm came from. He talked to a few others, then came towards me. "Fine, you can stay with us. But personally, I don't trust you." He expressed. I had made my place in the supermarket. I relaxed on the bench, and slept.
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2/15/12
I woke up, the lights welcoming me. I felt a bit exhausted, but went out anyway. With the fire ax on my back, a radio in one hand, and a .357 in the other I went outside. The smoke still rose from the hot ashes of what used to be the hideout. I made my way there, and carefully navigated through the black ground. Once I got to where the group used to be, there was nothing. I looked around, and saw a piece of paper and a bottle of water. The paper seemed to be a log of Will Thompson, the solider, and on the back, there was writing. "If you do make it, that's good. John says we're going east. Jes' follow the blood trail. Best regards, Larry. PS, bottoms up. It's no good to us if you die of thirst." I smiled, and shoved the paper in my pocket, I drank the water, and threw it in the trash bin. There's no reason to not be civilized. I walked a bit further, and saw a dead zombie, blood footsteps leading into the unknown. I followed, and disappeared into the fog.
2/15/12
I came across an intersection, with a bus still warm. Fresh fires covered some parts of the bus. The footsteps seemed scattered. My guess is that there was a crash here. I peeked inside the bus, and looked around. Some fresh bodies laid. One person was carrying a small crowbar. I took it, and went outside. I followed the blood trail, renewed by dead zombies, and after hours, got tired. There was a gas station nearby. I managed to drag myself inside. While looking through the aisles, I heard a loud thump from the storeage. I was not alone. I slowly went up to the storage, my newly found crowbar in my hands. I went towards the direction of the noise. When I reached the end of the room, I was confused. There was nobody. When I turned around, there was a hideous figure. He had no eyes, covered by pure, bloody flesh. I aimed the hook side of the crowbar, and slashed it at the creature's head. My crowbar hit..... Nothing? He vanished, like smoke. Was I really going insane?
2/15/12
I must be seeing things. I walked out of the storage room, and grabbed something to eat. The hotdogs still spun. I relieved one, and squirted it with ketchup. I enjoyed my meal, and had a soda to wash it down. When I spun around, I saw a dead body. I never noticed it there before. I went up and saw that it had bite marks, and a few flesh pieces missing. It must be one of the bus survivors. I sighed out of tiredness, and stepped outside. I went to the middle of the street, for a better view of everything. A block from here, there was a very tall hotel. I headed there, but found the doors barricaded. There must be survivors inside. I sighed, and walked towards someplace else. Before I could go, I heard a loud moan. There was zombies breaking into the hotel. I watched in dismay, and suddenly, the entire building exploded. The top half started succumbing to gravity. I stood, paralyzed. There was no escape. I had the time to think, "Holy...." Before the whole thing came down on me.
2/15/12
I woke up to ruins. The fact I even woke up in first place surprised me. I was in a room that was turned sideways. Above me, there was a door. I felt sharp pain all over my body. My weapons seemed to have disappeared. Ah well, no zombies would have survived this, anyhow. I climbed the sofa towards the door, and emerged into a twisted hallway. Light beams flowed into the rooms and ruins, allowing me to see the small particles. I limped towards the end, where the entire thing seemed to be cut into half. I found my fire ax and .357 among the rubble. As I got out of the site, a few zombies moaned and shuffled towards me. I took one at the spine, severing him, and the rest with my .357. "Somebody help me!" I yelled. I fended off the most I could, especially in a state like mine. My .357 ran out of ammo. The zombies kept on coming. I managed to finish the group off by throwing pieces of rubble. "Where is...... Everyone......" I uttered, before fainting out of pain and fatigue.
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1/14/10
I felt a slight poking in my ribs. My eyes opened, and a child stood there. "Hey mister. Mum over there wants to know if you're ok." He said. I stood up, and had a massive headache. I just shook it off, and said, "I'm ok. It was just a bad dream." I smiled afterward, and the boy ran back to his mom. I looked around the supermarket, and saw a lot of drama. A woman and a daughter were arguing ferociously. A man comforted his girlfriend. A strange man sat on the bench, eying his weapon lovingly. I stood up, and walked around. A pile of edible food were in a corner. I reached in, and grabbed a bag of chips. I saw several people setting up a crude barricade, market aisles leaned on it. I walked to the rooftop, and chaos lies before my own eyes. I had never thought this would happen. Cars sped onto one another, zombies ate lone survivors, and smoke filled the air. This shouldn't be happening. "Surprise?" A man behind me said. He chuckled and went up towards me.
1/14/10
"I always knew this would have happened. Them gov'ment scum knew about it." A paranoid man said to me. He chuckled, and shared a bit more. "The people down there are hopeless. The police, the doctors, everyone." I groaned. I ignored his ramblings, and went back inside. I heard a commotion going around, and several people rushed past me. I was a bit confused, till I saw that zombies had broken in. Several people were fighting off zombies. Some zombies slipped through, and I stabbed one in the mouth. It pierced the back of her throat, and I pulled out my umbrella out. I slashed another zombie, and stabbed one's knee. There eventually became too many zombies for me to handle. I had to run, but where? Some people had been eaten, and some other were going into a room. I followed, and there was a sewer entrance. As a man opened the door, a stink filled the room. I ignored it, and went down, and was welcomed by the dim lights of the sewer. The men closed the door, covering us in a blanket of darkness.
1/14/10
A single ray of light formed in the darkness. Few more followed. They quivered, moving about. I followed in the dim light, my umbrella in my hands. I could hear the splashing of the water. The scent of the sewers became heavier. I heard snarling, and one light waved around wildly. I could see the zombie tear a man's wrist off. He shot the zombie in the head. Looking at his wound, he said, "It's time for me to leave...." He then ran into the branching tunnel, and gunshots echoed. We ran deeper into the tunnel. More snarling followed moaning. People started to panic and scream. Suddenly, I felt a hand over my shoulder. I turned around, and saw a zombie about to bite my shoulder. A shot rang out, and the mouth filled with blood. I turned to thank the man, but then a zombie tackled him. The pistol slid, and I took it. The man was gone. I shot a zombie, and ran. The screams behind me faded till it disappeared. After hours of walking, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Bright light enveloped my vision. I kept on pusing foward, hopeful.
1/14/10
I walked towards the light. I could feel the warmth over me as I closed in. The stink began to fade away. I was welcomed by nature. The river flowed from the tunnel. I walked, following the river a bit. I looked towards the horizon, where the city lies. It stood, containing chaos. Scattered smoke filled the air. I sat down, feeling the need to relax. A smooth sunset dawned over the city, forming a long shadow. I was so far from home, yet I felt like I had been here all my life. My eyes diverted towards the skies, where I saw the empty black space above. I thought of all the things that have happened so far. Killing my own girlfriend, having chaos appear in front of your own eyes.... Them zombies.... I chuckled. I stared at the city, when I heard a loud whoosh. Suddenly, the city exploped, a bright light enveloping my view. The sky turned black. I could feel the force hit me, dust flying everywhere. The city is replaced by an fiery explosion, just as orange as the setting sun.
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2/17/12
"Hey man. You ok?" A man spoke to me. "I'm Rai. We found you in the middle of the street. When we saw that you were still alive, we picked you up and carried you here." he explained. I sat up, and found myself in bed. there was dust all over me. I wiped some off, and let out a cough. Dust flew out, filling the air. "Woah there, buddy. Just lie there and relax. You've been hurt badly." Rai softly said. "Wait here. I'll fetch the others." With that, Rai disappeared out of the door. I used this time to my advantage. My weapons must be around here.... On the drawer next to me, I saw a cracked ax with a dirty magnum. Most importantly, the radio. It still has the batteries in it. I examined my ax. It was dried with blood, some bone fragment stuck to the blade. My magnum is dirty with gunpowder, worn from so many sparks. The radio seemed to be in perfect condition. I felt bruises all over my body. I sighed, and laid down the door creaked, and several footsteps followed.
2/17/12
Rai led the group into the room. His small band consisted of a blond lady and an energetic man. "Guys, this is the guy we found." Rai explained. The lady came up towards me, and said, "Charmed. My name is Cheryl." She held out her hand like a queen, and I just shook it causally. The man introduced himself. "Name's Roger." He said. The trench coat he had on waved in the air as he came towards me, and held out his hand. I shook it, feeling the firm grasp. Rai seemed to get exited, and said, "Alright, guys!" He realized something, then said, "Oh yeah. We haven't caught your name yet." "Oh, it's Veta. Nice to meet you guys." I said with a smile. "Veta? That's.... A strange name..." Roger commented. I got up, and tried to walk around. "Cheryl? Would you mind showing Veta around?" Rai said. Cheryl nodded, and opened the doors. I thanked her, and we walked around, indoors and outdoors. I found out I was in one of the many look alike houses on this small street. Cheryl asked, "So.... How do you like this place.... So far?"
2/17/12
"It's a very..... Soothing place." I replied, unsure if I put out the words the way I liked to. Cheryl beamed with happiness, and said, "Sweet! Alright, we have 4 houses secured here. On the side, you can see the barricade we set up. One house is the kitchen, the other armory, with traps and the such, this two is our bedhouses." She chuckled a bit, and told me that they sleep in one house in case there was trouble and they needed each other. I thought it was pretty neat, rearranging houses to specialize in a particular area. On the sides, there was a pile of rubbish, filled with metals, furniture, and so on. They were packed in a line, as a barricade. Cheryl looked to the skies. "Looks like it's going to rain." She said. We both went inside, and we attempted to slide time by talking to each other, playing board games, and such. "You know.... You're not such a bad guy." Rai rightfully said late in the night. I smiled. I sat on the sofa, relaxed, and I realized I had Will's logs all along. In the dark, only source of light from a puny lamp, I read quietly into the night.
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3/10/10
"Men, report in!" I barked into my radio. I waited for a few moments; before long a young soldier, a British corporal named Fredericks,0 ran up. "Captain." He shouted after a rather hasty salute. "Sector seems to be clear. Pvt. Jacobs and Pvt. Carlson are just finishing up, we should hear from them soon." I frowned at the incompletness of the job, but happy that we were close to getting out of there. We were in Minneapolis, the third day there, slowly cleaning out the entire state. I grabbed my radio and pressed the button, "Base come in." I said "This is Bravo Two-Niner, come in Base. Over." Static was all that I heard for a few moments before, finally, a faint voice could be heard. "Base here, go ahead, Bravo Two-Niner. Over." "Objective complete, Base, request evac at 0600 tomorrow, over." "Uhh, roger, Bravo Two-Niner, a bird will land for evac at 0600 tomorrow morning, Base out." I smiled, finally some good news, tomorrow we'll go back to base, relax for a few days and then we'll be off, probably to some different town in Minnesota on a different mission. Oh well, I'll think about it later. I walked over to our makeshift camp and into my tent, wondering where those last two soldiers were...
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3/11/10
I woke to screaming early this morning, screaming and gunfire, along with a piecering shriek of our alarm system. I sat up with a start, something was wrong. I looked at my watch, it was 6:15 AM. Had I missed evac? I grabbed my rifile and got up, fumbling to get the tent open. I finally got the ******* tent flap out of my face and stepped outside. I wish I hadn't. The first thing I saw was the remains of the helicopter sent here for evac, I looked inside, the pilots were both dead as were four or five corpses of soldiers lying around, the co-pilot and one of the soldiers had been zombified. What had happened? Had those two soldiers, Pvts. Jacobs and Carlson come back? Had they been zombified then came back to camp and infected it? I heard a faint shouting. My head snapped to my right, Cpl. Fredericks was on the ground, crawling towards me, alive but holding a cloth to what was clearly a bite wound to the neck. "Sir." He rasped, blood oozing from his mouth as he talked. "It was horrible. Jacobs and Carlson. One of them or both of them came back early this mornin. As a zombie. They infected a few soldiers just before evac came. We were able to fight some of them off until the 'chopper landing. I was bitten running towards it, first in the arm. I saw most of those who hadn't been bitten climb on. The 'chopper took off but apparently something happened. One of the soldiers...must have been infected. He got the co-pilot, who bit the pilot, causing the chopper to crash. Lucky for us, the zombies seemed to have been killed by pieces of metal flying around. Now please, take care of me." I frowned and nodded. I took out my pistol, aimed it at Fredericks' forehead and pulled the trigger. I looked for my radio. it was gone. I cursed softly and got into one of the jeeps we had and started driving towards the southwest. I had to get home...
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2/18/12
I woke up to the smell of food. Hot bread filled my nose. I was pretty sure I was making it all up, when Rai came into my room. "Veta, you have to come to the kitchen! Cheryl's cooking something!" Rai said. I got up, a bit drowsy, and went with Rai. The smell grew stronger until Cheryl and Roger appeared in view cooking..... Pancakes? Roger teased Cheryl a bit, commenting on how rarely she cooks. It seemed to me that Roger was usually the cook around here. Rai sat down, and motioned me to sit down across the table. Cheryl came, carrying a stack of pancakes, and said, "Eat up, boys. This is the last of our pancakes." Roger came in, and sat down to the right of me. I took one slice and buttered it. The bread tasted like heaven, compared to the food I was accustomed to. Pieces of pancake were cut and eaten. I could hear the rain pounding on the roof, many rocks pounding metal. "It's raining. We best stay inside." Roger said. I agreed in silence. The plates went empty, when I heard yelling. "Hot zone! Blow 'er up!" An explosion followed soon after.
2/18/12
"What the hell was that?" Roger said. The explosion felt so close, the plates and forks shook with force. "Get to the armory!" Rai yelled to the three of us. Cheryl went off first, and I followed with Roger. We got there, only to find the door blocked by rubbish from the blast zone. Humming and a slight rumbling filled the ground. Five motorcycles rode in, three bearing two human each. They got off, searching the houses. Roger took out a switch, but I interrupted first. "Let me get my stuff first." I said. Roger was about to say something, but I ran off, indenting to sneak in for recovery. A couple of guys stayed out, some went in,and I sneaked around the outer patrol. I opened the back window, and made sure there was nobody around. I jumped into the house, and I seemed to be in the kitchen. Unarmed, I searched the drawers for anything useful. I found a butter knife, some bottle caps, and other junk. I took the butter knife anyway. I could think of ways to kill with one.
2/18/12
So carefully I sneak, each gracious but silent step I take. I emerged out into the hallway, and was about to proceed when I heard a toilet flush. The door opened, and a rough man, fully clad in black leather clothing and a bandanna, came out. He turned his back to me, scratching his beard. It was as if he wanted me to take him. I snuck on, observing his neck, and before he could scream, I had my butter knife deep into his neck. He tried to choke, but only blood came out. He fell down, a puddle forming all around. I made my way tot he bedroom without any interruptions. There, on the drawers, were my ax, my revolver, and my radio. I took all three, and walked back out. as I stepped onto the living room, I heard yelling. Many footsteps scurried about. One biker found me, and took out his hatchet. With my fire ax, I blocked his blow, and hit him in the foot with the metal handle. His screams were silenced by my ax's sharp end through his very cheeks. I bent down, and found bullets. I fitted three into my .357, and walked out. There, a scream sounded out.
2/18/12
As I got out, I saw Roger fighting off some bikers. One of them had gotten Cheryl in his arms, and she was screaming. "Let me go! Somebody help me!" She yelled. The biker had shot Roger in the rib and the leg, causing him to fall down. I had a choice to make, save Cheryl or tend to Roger. I ran up to Roger, bending down to examine him quickly, when Rai came along. "I'm a mercenary. I know first aid. so go! Save her!" Rai said. Roger took out his switch. "Hurry...." Roger weakly said. I ran after the biker, firing a bullet. It missed, and the biker tossed Cheryl on the bike, hopped around her, and rode off. I had to find some transportation. There it is, one biker circling with the others around the base. As one neared me, I swung my ax at his stomach, causing him to fall off, intestines sticking out of his gut. I picked the motorcycle up, and rode off, bent on saving her. Cheryl. I chased the biker, long behind his trail. Behind me, Rai defended himself against the devils with a rifle while with Roger. When far enough, an explosion filled the darkness. "Roger...... Rai....." I whispered.
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2/19/12
I followed that tiny speck on the road, keeping my distance, as to look like just another rider. Eventually, we happened upon an enormous oil refinery, a metal city in itself. The man rode up to the refinery gate, and spoke to one of the guards. I followed, and was asked who I was. "I'm a doctor. I'm with him." I said, knowing I had my coat on. The guard had a skeptical look on his face, but probably decided to let me pass, what with the shortage of medical care these days. I drove in, and saw a community very different from the outside world. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people scattered around the place, drinking, gambling, and watching dancers. I wandered around aimlessly, on the ground, in the warehouses, or on one of the many platforms suspended in the air. A tough guy went up to me, and asked me if I wanted to rest. I said yes, and he led me to a room in the warehouse Just then, the biker, whom I chased met me, face to face. He was red with anger. "Boy, what's you doing here?"
2/19/12
"I... I was just wandering around." I stammered a bit, but quickly controlled my fear. "I came across this place. They let me in, because I'm a doctor." The man stared at me in disbelief, and turned around... Only to fetch a shotgun propped towards the wall. "I know what you are doing here. I ain't going to die, not today." He said, and pointed his shotgun at me. Several men left, hoping to avoid a gruesome scene. "Now.... any last words?" He said. I remained silent. Just as quickly as he pulled the trigger, I pulled my own, my .357 inside his shotgun. The barrel exploded, and sharpened flew into the man's face, scarring him. He screamed, writhing on the ground, and I finished him off by stabbing the fragmented shotgun deep into his neck. He had fear in his eyes, as if he had seen death itself, before it took him. Just then, a group of bikers barged in, and saw my fresh kill. They all drew their weapons on me. "Take him to the brig." A man ordered. They all overpowered me, and knocked me unconscious.
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2/21/12
All I could remember was being dragged into a storage room. "What will we do with him?" One disembodied voice said. "The time will come for him. He can deal with it in the meantime. He's a doctor, after all." another voice said. It grew distant 'till I could heard it no more. I woke up in a cold place. As I looked around, it seemed to me I am in a freezer of some sort. Shelves had been arranged to make separate cells. Inside one, a woman went up to me. "Thank goodness you're awake! We have to get out of here!" she said. As my eyes became clear, the woman transformed into Cheryl in my own eyes. She looked beat up, and I couldn't even wonder what evil they have done to her. Cheryl smiled at me, happy to see a friendly face. I talked to her for a while, and she told me that there is a vent in my cell, but I needed something to pry it open. Cheryl thought of this, and tore a meat hook out of a rotting hulk. She handed it to me. "Be careful, Veta. We don't know what's out there. Good luck." She warned.
2/21/12
I climbed the shelf, trying to beat open the grating. It fell down with a loud clatter, and we froze for a moment. Nobody came. I climbed into the hole, and emerged out into the top of the roof of an oil refinery building. Gray sky became warmed by the fires spouting out of the tower. Right below me, there is a ledge, and a man overlooking the area below. He sported a cigarette, smoke adding to the fire's mist. I silently wandered the roof, meat hook in my hand. As quick as a wolf, I jumped down, piercing the man's spine. With my shoulder, I pushed the hook upwards like a lever, and pulled it out as hard as I could. The result was a spine partly sticking out of the man's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere, as ribs stuck out irregularly. I unclenched the hook, and the man fell down, spine over his head. I checked his contents, and all he had is a rifle. Best save it for Cheryl when she does get out. I wandered around a bit, and saw a commotion going on down below. A strange man..... Familiar....
2/21/12
That strange man had a great, big eagle on his shoulder. Probably the last of its kind. Dozens of biker surrounded this man, some pointing weapons at him. The man seemed to say something under his bowler hat, and the eagle squawked back. It pounced upon a man as quickly as he squawked, and the man screamed. Some riders watched in awe, others tried to stop the eagle. The eagle was too much for the bikers, since it was flapping around wildly. The victim had his eyes gored out, nose bleeding, flesh ripped off his face, The mysterious man took this chance to attack a biker. He swung around him, using him as a body shield, grabbing his hands. The machine gun rang out, and every single person dropped dead. He then cracked the neck, and let the body fall down. For those who still survived, the man brutally stomped on the head. He looked in my direction... And smiled. I quickly retracted, uneasiness inside me. I remember this man... Long time ago... I felt dizziness, and collasped on the cold, hard steel.
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