Call to Action #3 - Writings

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Comment by Steve on June 29, 2008 at 7:50pm

I work in Wolverine, Michigan. On my was home there was a young man sitting on the side of the road cradeling his arm on his lap. I stopped, and got out of the truck to see what was wrong. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and showed me his arm. It had a deep wound. I asked him what had happened and he said he'd been bitten while fishing down by the river (Sturgeon Valley River). I don't have a cell phone, so calling for help was out of the question. I spotted something thrashing its way out of the brush. It walked on two legs, but it wasn't human anymore. I was a decomposing man. He ambled towards up. He stunk like road kill and was about as pretty. The kid ran across the road and into the woodline. This thing focused on me and moved in a strait line in my dirction. I got in the cab of the truck, and this thing began hammering on the passenger side window. I fired my truck to life and pulled away. This thing chased after me. I pulled away from it, stopped the truck, dropped it into reverse and backed into it demolition derby style. It flew about seven feet backwards and it's head popped like a mellon when it hit the black top. I drove away pretty shaken up and looked for the kid. I never found him. When I pulled back out onto Old 27 the county cops were parked by the thing I'd taken out. I drove past and went home. My has changed forever. The "incident" never made it to the news...go figure.

Comment by [ZedSlayer] on June 30, 2008 at 12:53pm

Working in the mall made me safe because of the security but one day this happened: It was late and I was doing closing time for shop I work in. There was a small amount of people and staff walking around the mall before it closed. As I closed the shop down and called it a day I noticed a mall guard calling me over for something. There was a collapsed man on the ground and it looked like a bite wound on his forearm. The guard told me to give him my walkie-talkie because his ran out of battery. He then asked if I saw this man earlier. I said no and tried to tend with the man's wounds. The man was in a coma and I was horrified to the amount of scratches and marks on his arm. I read in guide that the infected must be taken care of so I asked the guard if there was a gun anywhere because the guards in the mall I worked in only carried tazers and pepper spray. He told me to look in the staff room. So as I was going to the hall the lead me to the staff room there was a scream. I looked back the man was attacking the guard! The collapsed man had risen and bit off a part of the guard's arm and I looked in horror as they both tumbled off the rail and landed two stories down to the mall's main floor. There was a small crowd gathered near a kiosk where the two men fell. Screams erupted from the crowd when the two landed on the kiosk. The guard had died in the fall but the ghoul had only broken it's legs and was crawling on the floor. I yelled for the crowd to run as fast as they could. Then doors burst open as a small squad of soldiers dressed in black silhouettes aimed their guns and fired at the crawling Z. The bullets hit their intended targets and the Z's head exploded like a meat grenade. Then they rallied up everybody who saw the incident and sent them home including me. The lasting I heard was a second gunshot and chatter of one of the soldier's radio asking this "Is the specimen secured?". Next day the whole thing was called an "operation to take down a wanted criminal".Then I looked in the internet about any "disturbances" around the state and check this out, there was an accident in Espicom research facility in Princeton. That's really close to the mall I work in.Thank god that no one was bitten, or else the guard wouldn't have been that zombie's only victim.

Comment by mike on June 30, 2008 at 1:44pm

I found this letter in a liquor store I raided in the city. " My name is Vince and I've lost it all. These damn monsters took my family,friends and oh my god Ashley I'm so sorry baby I couldn't protect you.After they ripped her to shreds I've been holed up in a liquor store trying to forget. If you find this letter I'm either one of them or I just killed myself to be with my loved ones again so please if you can in anyway find a cure or kill'em all it won't matter to me just please remember to love who you have they might not always be with you in the end."

Comment by zombie apoc minigunner on June 30, 2008 at 3:41pm

i was on the way home from the mall. i was on my bike with my friends zach and quentin on thiers.we saw a cat on the side of the road RIPPED OPEN GUTS ALL OVER THE PLACE! IT WAS THE WORST SIGHT IVE E!VER! SEEN! THAT WAS ONLY THE FIRST THING we saw. then we decided it was probably... probably just a coyote.we continued on split up and went home. we all called eachother to make sure we got home safe. the next morning the maliman was taking the mail on foot. well, he was walking rather slowly so i asked him if he was ok. he replied ughhhhhhh. i knew what was happening. i called my 2 friends to my house. our folks had gone on vacation so it was up to us to defend ourselves. i told them the situation and guess what? they laughed it right off so... i showed them the mailman. guess what? THEN they believed. we started off geathering anything we could find that could be use as a wepon and non perishable foods none of us were ready to kill things so we spent 3 hrs hardening ourselves with the worst horror movies we could find. after that we killed the mailman.

Comment by Max Hutchings on June 30, 2008 at 8:41pm

Me and my friend were hanging out in the woods during summer break last year. I Think it may have been July 15th? Anyways, to keep him anonymous I'm just going to call him X. Its a very large area with a lot of bushes and things to hide in, so we were going to play some paint ball with some new equipment me and him had just bought. We were getting ready to play and getting in position when we heard this hellish moan from deeper in the woods. Me and X thought we'd investigate a little so we continued back into the woods. After walking for around 5 minutes we found a small dog covered in blood and ripped apart, it was horrible. You could barely tell it was even a dog. "This is starting to freak me out man, lets get going." I said to X. "It was probably just a wolf or something last night." He tried to convince me. Thats when the worst part happened. Suddenly a monster came out from behind the trees and began to limp towards us moaning. "Holy $@#% man! Shoot that thing!" X yelled to me. We started shooting it with our paint ball guns until it eventually went down after a few lucky headshots. We ran from those woods and never went back again. Who knows if theres any more of those horrible things back in those woods but we haven't heard any more moans like that since then. We called the police but they thought we were just some kids pranking them.

Comment by JORDAN RICHARDSON on June 30, 2008 at 8:42pm

Day 1

Now I don't claim to have all the answers.
I don't really think anyone does.
But I sure as hell aint gonna die.

I'd worked there for about 3 years now, the Adams Trauma Center, and had finally began to settle in. Funny in'it? How we always remember the minute; the microscopic when something big's gonna go down. I still remember the tables... The two tone feel as my hands would glide across them. I loved my life. Adored it.
'Till her.

She was just like everyone else had been. Family, promising career, yadda, yadda, yadda. We don't care. We never care. We just wanted an answer. Go or no? Eh? What's it gonna be? They stared at me for a while. The couple looked bedraggled and strained. "Allowing my daughter to die was not one of the things I was looking forward to in life." The man said; staring into my eyes. "I understand,"I began mechanically"this must be really hard on you. She has no chance of survival and other patients need to be admitted. We need this bed." The man peered off into the distance and; ever so slightly, ever so minutely, nodded his head.
"Pull the plug"
Did I say that or did he? Oh well, no matter. A nurse appeared out of the air to my right and walked over to the various pumps and machines that we're keeping the girl alive.

Oh God If we had only known.

Funny, really. The way we remember. She didn't want to die. And she didn't. She was alive and well. An autumn child, she was. She sprung out of bed and thrashed out at the surrounding bystanders. The nurse was the first to go. Then her parents. I ran out of the room just before she did. I lost her in the crowds, but that only proved to be worse as she was enjoying them more than pursuing me. I dove into a supply closet. What was that I remembered a while ago? Irony, that was it. It was a quote from an old friend, ah yes,

Seemed a harmless little fuck;
But we unleashed a lion.
Gnashed his teeth...
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this...
Try to erase this...
From the blackboard.

Day 2

So you've been to school for a year or two and you know you've seen it all.

Something's missing... what was I looking for? Something important is gone I know that... Where am I? Doesn't matter. Where is it? Somethings gone...
Her.
It all came rushing back to me; the tide of my mind had simply been out, but its rushing back in. I must have fallen asleep in this closet. Outside the now chorused moans of many awaited. She had gotten to others I know that. I need to leave. They're outside though... I don't wanna die. I'm not gonna die! I will get out alive!
Better make this quick.
I picked up a hammer lying on the ground and stood facing the door. Heh, well there's a thought.
Stop! Hammer time!
Heh.
...
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightninetenseconds.
WHAM! one There goes the door flying agape before me. two There a zed; dead again. three There a corner that I glide about four There in the halls, shortly no more. five There! My plan! six seven Clear this room!
eight...
nine...
ten...
There, my heart... beating normally.

I'd made my way to the lab in our facility. Not much "groundbreaking" work was done here. Simple stuff. Blood tests, antibioti-
...
Blood.
Now theres an idea...
Bait... not Blood... Its just bait now... It was never any more....
I stuff as many packets of Blood as I can into my pockets...
As I open the door I lob a few into the hallway... The zed's follow...
I don't.

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!

Comment by TomKVideo on June 30, 2008 at 10:05pm

Despite what you've seen in the movies, it didn't really happen that way. It sprung up overnight, yes. But then all the stuff we didn't expect to happen happened. The friends in government had apparently had ideas of how to stop it. Just kill everything. In the course of thirteen days the U.S. had gone to shit. A few days of wide spread bat shit panic, and then military trucks wiping out anything that was outside on two legs. The infected were incinerated at mass bonfires and crematoriums. It was precise. It worked…

Almost like something had been brewing for a long time. The wealthy and powerful are now in armored bunkers around the nation in a number of different places. A large majority of the population are now just piles of ash. The ones that are alive now are isolated, trying to find places to spend the night when they all come out. They're fast, and they're slow. I would have just preferred slow ones.

We've been moving each day to find some sort of stable society. I haven't seen any dead shit in the last two days, so I'm hoping that means we're in the right direction. Each day it's feeling less and less like an apocalypse and more like some damned experiment. The news is dead, everything travels by word of mouth. People travel by day, and squat at night. In another "coincidence" the power has been staying on. I'm optimistically assuming it's because people saw the zombie fucks and bailed out, leaving the power running.

West. Down the road. It's just a long ass hill and a road. It clears out eventually, and there's this big open field. I use to go there when I was a kid. It's state property. I never found out if it was a park or something, I just knew it's always been like…massive. We could stay there as long as we needed. Flag planes down, if they ever start flying again. We could stay nights, there's enough distance out there. We'd see anything that came running for us.

Then, once we finally got out to the field -- the creatures were there. Waiting for us.

I saw my friend get his face crushed in and his tongue ripped out. A woman we were with turned and starting chewing into her own baby.

I was able to escape into the long grass and get to a cellar. There were 6 of us. Now there's me.

Comment by Mihalo on July 1, 2008 at 7:37am

We all know that science have only two proof of zombies.Haitian and solanum zombies.Zombies or infected are not DEAD.They are almost dead.I am Lt.Colonel in U.S.M.C.And my first zombie exp was in Iraq.We was sent to one building(i will not tell what building beacose it is secret.)and there we enter from behind,so we could kill enemys from back.We have see some solider there but they were strange.They was moving slowly and they act stupid so we think that they are drunk.But when one of our teammate have come close to them,they have eat him alive!!!Hmm zombies,bullshit they are not real,we think in first time,but we was wrong.They all are start to panic shoot walls and run.I have start shooting them in head and i see that zombies are die from shoot in head.We have escaped from building and get to some jumb jets that take us away.

Comment by SugarCellophane on July 1, 2008 at 11:36am

I work overnights as a dog watcher in a beach resort in southern Delaware. The night started out normal enough but around midnight I noticed lots of sirens and emergency vehicles driving quickly up and down the road the business I work for is located on. I went out back for a cigarette inside the 8 foot tall fenced enclosure meant to allow the dogs to go out without escaping. While outside I was staring at the moon and listening to the ambulance sirens going off in the distance. Suddenly I heard the shuffling of feet coming from outside the enclosure. I ignored it, though foot traffic around my work this late at night is rare. The shuffling walk was irregular, like a drunk man walking home from the nearby bar. The walking stopped and the person banged twice slowly on the 8 foot tall solid white plastic gate. I almost expected the drunk to ask for a cigarette, but instead there was just another slow series of knocking. I called out a hello with an obvious question mark at the end. I got no response, and I feared an emergency. Reluctantly, I removed the lock from the gate and opened it. A man stumbled in, he was covered in blood. I ran inside to call 911 and to get a pet first aid kit, the dogs were barking ferociously. It contained the basics; gauze, bandages, and alcohol. I tried to call 911 but the line was busy, which I wasn't sure was possible. I went back outside and as I stepped out the backdoor the man lunged at me. If it wasn't for the first-aid kit I put between the attacker and myself I would have been bitten for sure. I pushed the zombie back and ran back inside and locked the door. I then slid a large piece of wood against the door and attempted to call 911 again. This time I didn't even get a dial tone. The power was still on, so I gathered some tools while the lights worked and slipped out the front door into the night. I took a back woods path without incident to my house. It was a 45 minute long walk in pitch black panicked about the thought of an immenent attack. I got home and boarded myself in my basement. I had to fight off looters twice, and zombies once in the two week period I was holding out. After awhile the military came to clear the streets, I got picked up and have been at Dover Air Force Base ever since.

Comment by Zombeaze on July 1, 2008 at 4:59pm

Orange Juice

By H.C. McGee





I awoke to find myself in unfamiliar territory. I sat up to survey my surroundings. My heart pounding. My head ached. My eyes felt like they were trying to roll upwards, to see the what was just inside of my skull. Wet........there was something wet running down the back of my neck. Reaction. My hand shoots up like an bottle rocket and grips the back of my neck and slides upwards. Pain. Something happens inside of my skull again. I cannot help but to look. Darkness.



Later. I went out again. At least once. I can't be sure. The pain is still there, but ....distant. I look at my hands. Too dark to make out clearly. Blood? I sniff for that coppery smell. Nothing. Does blood smell like copper? Is that something I know.....or is it something I've read? Suddenly I am aware. I can feel every breath I take. I force myself to slow them down.....to even them out. I'm cold. I think I'm wet. Sweat? I remember my ears and listen. I can hear a steady cadence of drips coming from somewhere. In front of me? I'm confused. I remain still and reach out with my senses. I'm woozy..............Drugs? Gas? Not the head. I've felt that before. This is......different? I slowly wiggle my fingers. My toes. Nothing feels broken. Then again, I'm not a doctor. Am I? ? ..........Panic! Fuck! I can feel my eyelids quivering. Faster. Faster! Everything snaps...



I yawn. Am I awake? How long? I can see something. Some things. It's still dark. (has it always been dark?) Something is strange. What little I can see is muddled, distorted. One eye. I'm looking through one eye! My right arm snaps up, fingers probing. Relief. They are both there. The left one is scabbed over, a crust of blood. I'm able to get it open. It stings, but it seems undamaged. I find a half healed cut just above it. Not too deep. A flesh wound. Ala Monty Python. I laugh aloud. The sound of it explodes around me and I regret it as soon as it flees from my throat. My breath stops. My ears strain, reaching out for a response. I'm frightened. I don't know why. I don't think I have ever been this frightened before. I can't remember. I can't remember anything. Panic again!

I'm starving! Have I been? Logic.


a) I do not remember anything.


b) I can think, (in English), therefore I am. (English?)

I catch myself from barking a laugh. The fear creeps up my spine again. It's ghostly fingers caress me....tease me. Somehow I take comfort in it. I can remember laughing a moment (a day?) ago. My brain appears to be working, but then again I'm not a doctor. (am I?)



Tuesday........It's Tuesday! I'm sure of it! Positive! Trash Day! Fuck! I can feel my jaw tightening. I'm smiling! I've got to make sure the trash gets out tonight! Ha! Another sound. Hard to describe. Cracks? The sound of something cracking? Something big. Then a thump, followed by what sounds like gravel, poured over rocks. Then there is light. My eyes slam shut. Pain again, though less severe this time. I slowly pry my eyes open. The light is small. Maybe twenty or thirty feet in front of me. Above me? Or is it a bigger light, just further away? No. Its small. Am I in a building? A cellar maybe? The light seems dim....weak. I cannot tell if it is daylight or something artificial. Neon? My eyes begin to adjust. Slowly. Achingly so. I can almost feel my pupils dilate. A sound again? The fear slams into me again like a rogue wave. The sound is like dead leaves. Dead leaves blowing through ancient bones in the deepest of dark forests. It shudders through my head as if it has always been there....waiting, choosing this place to reveal itself. Was that a moan? Moaning?

I'm frozen. My breathing stops, my ears strain. I can feel the staccato rhythm of my heartbeat, thumping along merrily in my chest. Again. It sounds like a moan? Breathy, rasping, one long continuous tone. It sounds far ahead of me. Air explodes out of my lungs. I can see a faint cloud of dust, a cyclone sparked by the expulsion of breath.

Comment by FairBoxie on July 1, 2008 at 9:34pm

I was—we were—it was a party outside. 4th of July…Memorial day? Don’t remember. Doesn’t matter. Who cares. In the past. So many people—crowds. Loud, laughing, drinking. Dark out—fireworks starting. Everyone yelling and laughing and screaming and shouting and the banging and banging and banging of the gunpowder and the noise and the noise… and the noise. And we were there shouting and laughing and yelling at the bright fireworks—so lovely. The noise got louder. Got louder. Got LOUDER. The banging and the yelling and the screaming got LOUDER and the laughing stopped. And the banging of the gunpowder but the fireworks were over and the banging was louder and the people—so many people—were running and screaming and no laughing. And he grabbed me and we ran and we ran and we ran and screaming and banging and we ran. So many people—and he lost me. And I was gone. And I was alone—alone with the noise and so many people. Then the ground was gone and I fell and fell and fell and when I woke up I couldn’t move and I couldn’t breathe and so many people…they were on me and not moving. And the noise was gone and I found my way out and the people were all quiet or gone. And I ran again—and ran and ran and ran and ran.

Comment by FairBoxie on July 1, 2008 at 9:37pm

The previous comment was taken from a wandering refuge in Eastern Iowa. She refused to stop for more than it took her to finish her food and would not give her name or any identifying information.

Comment by Dr. Pus on July 2, 2008 at 5:50am

Neo-natal teeth. That’s what the baby had. The
Obstetrician said they weren’t really teeth, but they sure acted like it when my wife was breast feeding the baby. That’s how she got infected.

Everyone who died was coming back as the undead. We
thought we were going to be ok. Didn’t happen though.

Tam screamed when baby Aubrey started gnawing on her
breast. I don’t think Mommy realized Aubrey had passed in the night, perhaps crib death, and had come back. Her cold skin should have given her away, but the feeding was at 3 AM and Tam wasn’t really awake. She soon became very awake.

I ran into the nursery and saw the blood flowing from Tam’s breast. The nipple was gone. Aubrey was lying face up on the floor, chewing. I grabbed the Remington and blew Tam’s head off. She hadn’t changed yet, but I knew she was infected and it would only be a matter of time.

I slammed a new brassy shell into the chamber of the 12
gauge and took aim at Aubrey. Her once lovely blue eyes were now a whitened color. The color of a cloudy spring sky. I just couldn’t kill her though, even if she was already dead. I loved my baby girl.

It’s my turn now to feed the baby. Jesus I didn’t realize
just how painful those neo-natal teeth must have been on Tam’s lactating breasts.

Aubrey has gnawed down two of my fingers so far. It’s a continuous feeding. Gees is she hungry.

I’m getting tired.

Comment by Reese on July 2, 2008 at 8:06am

I'm not one for superstition but I'll tell a lot of you people who think that none of this is real, that you're dead wrong. I'm not that old and yet this day is gonna stay with me burned in my mind until I die. It was November, just a few days before Thanksgiving and traffic was crazy. I was just a kid when it happened, 14 and I watched cars speed by while I sat in my room by the window. I saw a kickball in the middle of the road and a man walked out and went to retrieve it. A car came and slammed into the boy and didn't stop driving. I left to call the police, the medics anyone. When I went back to the window to see if he was okay or not, the body was gone. Nobody was around to pick it up, It was just a blood spatter. I was amazed and frightened at the same time. I sat at the window when the Paramedics arrived and police at my door and I explained everything. I began to hear yelling and looked out the window again. It was the man, he was attacking one of the officers investigating the scene. Shots were fired and a stood in horror. In the head lights I saw the man dive through the air and bring the man to ground. Screams went louder and gunshots fired. Then it all became silent except for a droning growl. I looked behind me and the officer was more confused then frightened. I asked him what just happened and all he told me was this.
"Could you go get me that drink you offered earlier?"
I went to the fridge, I assumed he didn't want me to see any more. I handed him the glass and he sat in a chair and took a sip. He pulled out his sidearm and cocked it. He pushed it my way.
"You think you can survive the night with this?"
I was surprised, I was only a kid, and surely he couldn't just leave me here, my parents weren't even around. I asked If he would stay and he didn't say anything. he just Pulled the rifle off his back and told me one last thing.
"I'll take this side."
The next morning my eyes were blood shot and no sign of that man which I have to call a zombie. I was confused when This is all I heard on the news that night: Gunfight leaves one dead, Shooter missing. They covered up as a simple shootout when I knew, it was much, much worse than that.

Comment by lilricroc on July 2, 2008 at 7:06pm

Me and my freinds decied to go to seattle for the day. When we rode the bus. There was no one on the bus. We got off the bus at some theater. there was no one there ethier. The windows were broken and there was blood. But the bus peeled out before we could get back on. We were terrified. We decided to run to the nerest phone. The lines were dead. We were freaked out. Then we saw something. A person. A dead person. But... He was walking. He was a freaking zombie! then 5 more came. then 10. soon the whole street wasv filled withem. We screamed and ran. A few minutes into running I tripped. I was knocked out. When i woke up I saw a whole bunch of people. They were bording up a door. I saw my freinds were ok. They said that fell and is ok now. They found a hospital with survivors and just had contact from the army. they were on there way. Two days later a truck came. We st helplessly as we saw the men eaten alive. Two more days later a helicopter came.But only ten could get on. There were twenty of us.Both my freinds and I staided. They said they send another heli in Two hours. Well three days passed and nothing. So my freinds and me Grabbed all the weapons we could find and prepared to leave. We were strapped. The others said we shouldent go. We left the next day. Those things I can only assume are zombies were everywere. We had enough fire power its just that these things were scary. So we ran threw them most of the time. We got to the subway, witch was pretty weird. we rode back to my city. The news said there was a riot. There was a cover up. Zombies are real.

Comment by EMxRYLQZANQ on July 2, 2008 at 7:09pm

I'm so glad i found you guys... Here's an entry from my personal blog:
http://htownzombie.blogspot.com/

I'm a college student from Houston.

You know this really sucks- I was getting my act together. I stopped smoking weed, drinking and chugging cough syrup. Things really felt like they would turn out okay. And you know I didn't really mind living at home. I had made peace with my parents. For nearly a year I'd been sober, going to school and working without any disasters.

Things changed very quickly. I don't know if ours was the first attack. I mean- it couldn't have been, right? That motherfucker would've have come from somewhere, right? In any case...

I was sitting in my mom's living room, drinking a coke and smoking a cig. Some zombie movie was playing on the TV. I dunno all the talk about zombies and shit... I just wanted to learn a little about them.

My little twelve-year-old brother was sitting only feet away, totally into this movie. He'd been reading all kinds of Zombie books and whatnot. He's a nerdy book-reader type, I guess. It happened at one of the sappy emotional parts of the flick. Glass, chunks of bush and a clotted, matted mass of flesh and rags exploded into the living room. It was disturbing as hell.

I had no idea what to do. I looked around and my brother was gone. I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on and nothing... nothing helped. The thing used to be a woman- dirt-blonde hair, sagging, blood-stained breasts. It was completely repulsive. I think I puked at that point, I can't remember. Before I could chuck my PS3 controler at the bitch my step-dad comes in his shotgun out, shouting some crazy cuss-words in Spanish. He hit her gut and some nasty brownish crap squirted out. I ducked, and it missed me... but it got all in my step-dad's mouth and eyes.

From behind my stepdad, my little brother burst forward. He took an old golf club (I have no idea where it came from. as far as I know, nobody in my family golfs...) and drove it straight into the bitch's head. Seconds later, it was dead.

My mom, who worked the night shift at the hospital slept through the whole damn thing. When she woke up and saw the dead thing she gathered up my brother and the two of them were on a bus to Mexico only a few hours later. I don't know that they will safe there but...

In any case, my step dad knew he was going to change so we agreed to lock him in the bathroom while I got away... I'm on his laptop right now jacking wi-fi from some person. I don't know how bad the outbreak has gotten... I haven't seen many people or zombies either. If anyone reads this in Houston, please contact me. We need somewhere that will be safe. I've got some money and a backpack full of canned food.

please help
EMORY LOZANO

Comment by Delta 556 on July 3, 2008 at 4:10am

I live in Houston. South Houston off of I-45 and Edgebrook. At least I used to. If anyone knows anything about the geography of Houston they know that South Houston can be a very dangerous place to live. Especially my part of town which proclaims in large letters on billboards, "Cheap Rent! $99 MOVE IN!" I fell for the gimmick and knew it was a bad move from the start. My place was robbed a few times, I had a few guns pulled on me, but I was used to this sort of thing. I was proud of who I was before. I was a Ranger. Sure I wore a gay-ass tan beret, but I was proud of it. I worked nights, 11PM-7AM, so I sleep during the day. I was awoken by the screams one morning, it was my day off, so I was sleeping in, all day if I could, when the screams reverberated off the concrete war zone that was Indigo Falls. I rolled over ignored it, these things tend to happen when your living in the 'Hood'. Then something happened that never had happened before. I was used to gunshots, having been in Iraq and Afghanistan. Having earned my awards, medals, and ribbons by the sweat of my brow, and my blood that hit that sand, but this was something different. I was used to hearing 2 or 3 gunshots a night, usually a small caliber handgun, or maybe a rapid firing SMG that all these crackheads and drug dealers buy, but this was different. It wasnt just the normal 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 shots you hear to lull you into sleep, this was a full blown war outside. I had my handgun next to me, I sleep with it incase someone comes in. I knew it was full, I always know things like this. I gently peeked through the miniblinds in my window, I saw them, there were 3 of them. My dog began to whimper. I reached behind and scratched its head. The entire time I watched. Their shabby appearance, mottled clothes, overpowering stench and blood stained lips were the first things I noticed. The dog gave a quick high-pitched bark, almost like a yelp. It attracted their attention, they looked at me. I turned my attention to him, I had stopped petting him and didnt realize it. He jumped on the bed and rattled my headboard, unintentionally, against the wall, this confirmed the creature's outside supsicions. They began to beat on the window. Softly at first. Then I went to the closet and retrieved my M4. It got worse.

The beating continued on my window. I waited. They moved around to the front of the apartment. There was now beating on the door and those windows. They must have fallen over the table on the porch because one of their heads came through the window. I was startled. In my kitchen, behind the counter, readying my weapons. I had a large comforter up infront of the window to prevent sunlight from entering because when we had first moved there wasnt a miniblind, and there still wasnt. The dog went crazy, barking wildly, madly, as if she knew that these intruders meant to do me harm. I began to raise my rifle.

The sunlight shining behind the ghouls head gave it a halo effect that allowed me to take careful aim on. The hole his head had created was also his prison as it seemed he could no longer comprehend how to remove his head from it. I looked through the iron sights on my weapon and fired a single shot into its forehead. It stopped moving. I stopped moving. It was quiet outside. Even the dog shut up. Thats when it began. The moaning. That God awful moaning. I waited, for another monster to rear its hideous and disfigured skull. I watched, and waited. I went to my closet, my dog follow closely behind me. And began to change clothes. The moaning never stopped.

I was now dressed in boots, cargo pants, and a t-shirt. I lit a cigarette and sat on the kitchen floor. My .45 was in a hip holster under my coat, the 12-guage dismantled and in my ruck, along with the .22 long rifle, and the SKS. I had learned from my time in the Army, that you can never have to many weapons. Another broken window and another gunshot from me. Another dead ghoul. I waited until midnight, when m

Comment by Delta 556 on July 3, 2008 at 4:28am

most of the creatures seemed to dissipate, either they didnt care anymore or they found more willing prey. I dont know which. We left, my dog, Lazy, and I left. We're heading towards San Antonio and from there west towards places unknown. Anyone is welcome to come with us. We are currently at 45 and Woodridge... just past Gulfgate.... if your interested.... contact us. We already have a few people following us in their vehicles.... If you know where that IHOP is next to the freeway meet us there we leave at Midnight tonight... We are scrounging the place in hopes of finding supplies. Next to that is a large gas station with plenty of fuel left in the tanks.

BUT HURRY!

Remember Midnight, tonight. The IHOP on 45 and Woodridge... Come Prepared.... We arent going back...

Comment by Bama Brain Basher on July 3, 2008 at 8:47pm

Well, if you read any of my outbreak notes then you know I've had to off a few folks, including kinfolk. Now, it hasn't been easy (the actual killin' was easy but I mean the feelings part) but I've adjusted to the fact that home here on and/or around Sand Mountain isn't never gonna be the same. My whole family is killed, 'cept for daddy, but who the fuck knows where that lazy son-of-a-bitch is, and the whole town is kinda actin' weird.
Everyone knows something is up. Especially after they watched me saw the sheriff's head off the other day. What's so strange is how everyone seemed kinda cool about it. Not cool enough to help, stupid fuckers, but cool enough not to be shootin' me in the back.
The streets are staying pretty empty 'round town, and nobody's hanging out by the creek on weekend nights no more. Chip Haverns told me yesterday that he killed his neighbor with a shovel because he found him gnawin' on his own wife (the neighbor's wife, not Chip's, he ain't married, he only got's Rosey Palm and her 5 sisters). I asked him if he smashed all the brains to bits and he said no. I called him a stupid fucker and we got to throwin' some punches, but we're cool now, mostly 'cause I whooped his ass. But I've been doin' that since high school, well, 10th grade anyway. Not too much high school after that (stay in school kids, haha).
Anyway, something around here is causing everyone to turn into zombies, and since none of these lazy bastards seems motivated to find out why, I guess it's up to me. Only problem is, the county pigs, I mean, police, are harrasin' me about my missing family among others. And there's an issue with a false manslaughter charge I got pending. If they lock me up the whole town might get overrun with zombies.
It's a goddamn shame when I'm the town's only hope by god.

Love,
Bama Brain Basher

Comment by Bama Brain Basher on July 3, 2008 at 8:52pm

I hate to be space hog, but since I got sent to the second page...

05/04/08
After church morning momma showed up at the Magic Shack (that's what we call the meth shed) to make sure Jr. was still mixing his shit. Turns out someone broke in and slit 'ol Jr.'s guts wide open. So momma calls me up and tells me Jr.'s dead and to clean it up. Well, me and Jr. were pretty close, being brothers and all, so I felt kinda bad for him. I grabbed up the 870 with some slugs to see if I couldn't find out who'd done it and what not.

When I get there, Jr.'s sitting over in the corner just reaching in and pulling out strings of his smaller intestine, just holding them in his hands like a cat's cradle of yarn. Well, hell I was happier than a whore on payday that Jr. was ok. But unbeknownst to me at the time, Jr. wasn't alright at all. As I got a little closer to him, I could smell that he had shat himself. So I just backed up a bit and told him if he wanted any wiping papers. He just looked at me, with a real stupid look, stupider than normal even. It wasn't like Jr. not to answer. Actually, that dumb son-a-bitch never shuts up. So that was real strange.

Anyway, there's Jr. digging in his belly like he's looking for something, when I hear the door swing open behind me. I spin around with the shotgun and this meth-head is trying to leap on me. Luckily the shotgun was between us, and luckier I had the safety off. I blasted that fucker point blank. He flew back and out the door and hit the ground like a sack of drowned kittens. I was just about to turn back to Jr. when I saw that meth-head start to get back up!
Now I'm thinking there's something strange going on. They usually stay down. I mean, I imagine they would if they were to get shot like that on some other day by my a 870. So I did what any good Southern christian would do, I shot the meth-head in the head, was my method. I pumped another slug and waited for him to get back up. He didn't.

I turn around and Jr. is standing right in front of me! I damn near shit my pants. I did jump back about four feet out of reflex, because I got good ones. Jr. just stood there with his guts trailing on the floor behind him and finally I was beknownst. Even meth ain't going to keep you up with a slice like that. I hated to do it, but I knew Jr. had become a living dead. Momma had said he was dead when she called me, but he was aliver than shit when I got there.

I popped a slug in his open gut and that threw him down to the floor. It also covered me with the contents of his stomach, since it was hanging down in the center of his belly, no longer supported by his intestines. I wasn't mad about him getting stomach juice on me, but I still had to finish him off. Momma wouldn't have it if the whole neighborhood was gossiping about Jr. being a zombie and all.
Long story short, I buried both the bodies behind the Sheriff's house, in case any shit happened, I could blame it on him.

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