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Permalink Reply by SoToxic on June 22, 2009 at 10:03pm

Survivor Case File: Tom Jacobson
Last confirmed location: Leaving Minniapolis MN.

"Day...oh I lost count, I though I was safe, ever sence the winter started I had nothing to worry about I had a place to stay and rest all winter, things had been getting back to normal for me. The weather is getting hot now its another summer evening the zombies are unfrozen and i'm on the move again. I'm leaving my hometown alone. Last summer my best friend and survival acomplice had died of bite wounds. He walked off one night and I never saw him again. The lonelyness is so....silent. I can't take the silence. Even hearing the distant moan od rotters would be a mood-lightening noise. I'm hoping to find another group of survivors to join. Safety in numbers, as long as those numbers don't go to high. I miss my family and friends so much. The silence is draining me. Its like mocking me, Sometimes I hear voice that come form my own imagination just to keep me sane, Am I sane? I'm heading out to Oregon. Hopefully finding someone to keep me sane. I think I can find safety thier. I only have a twelve speed mountain bike to take me all the way thier. Its going to be awhile until I find a car. Its not death I fear, its what comes next?

-Tom Jacobson. Date unknown

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Permalink Reply by nicholas on June 24, 2009 at 2:49pm

Survivor Case File: Nicholas Jensen
Last Confirmed Location: Gyle Shopping Centre, Edinburgh< Scotland.


"Day....Ok, day.... god knows, it's June, 19'th 2009, well screw it, I hav no idea, I can barely remember when the infection started.
The days seem to get longer, every time we go out on these food/ survivor runs. They never work. Except for today, landrovers one to three, which were mine found a safe house, full of supplies, I have no ideda who this person was but he left in a hurry that's all I can tell. It was not a safe house to us though, it was more of a fort.
But there were things, such things, I hope I never see in my life. There were poems, scriibled o the wall, papers with pictures, that looked as if they were real, there was one I kept. One that though, somewhat, well somewhat disturbing, somehow it inspred me, to keep going. I remember what it is like to be human, to fell, to live. I feel the wind on my face, to feel the stabbing pain of the person next to me who has been bruttaly killed. To feel the love of someone dear and special to me. She is the only one I have left. I love her with my life, and I live on, only for her.
I saw a child when I was there, she lay there still, motionlessly, fearfull, red with blood. Before she attaked me I....I, I saw her eyes, they reminded me of her, the love of my life, I saw the hate in her, vrown eyes, I saw the fear. She was not one of them, but she was turning into one, then she lunged, blood splattered me.
I looked around for what caused her head to explode, and only then I heard the ringing shot.I was shoved into the landrover and taken away just in time to see a Marking all that I saw was the first few letters of someones name Julia, that was all I saw before the groaning and howling of the horde that heard the shot. I saw a face of a woman in that window in the safehouse, not the girl, I saw the astonishment and anger in her eyes or leaving her, as she screamed.
I shouted in the car as we turned the corner and was quickly bunted in the stomach.

We broke down at the Gyle shopping Centre, just in time to be picked up by landrover 2, we piled our supplies into it and saw thousands of zombies staring me in the eyes.
There was only one emotion, barely. Hate. It stared me in the eyes. Hate and death stared me in the eyes, hoping for a nice, fresh, juicy meal.
Before certain death, I looked at the drawing. So real, it had a picture of a somewhat few connected safehouses made into a fort, a for of wonders, there were tired people shooing the stoled .22 rifles and ammo and throwing stones at the Zeds on the roof. Kids with mothers, men defending families. Below it there was a quote then a simple, but inspiring message.

"Though force can protect in emergency, only justice, fairness, consideration and co- operation can finally lead men to the dawn of eternal peace."

Our forefathers fought for peace and justice. We fight through extinction. In past wars we could look at other enemies and finally realise they were humans, but though we fight on we will never find tha of such in these undead's.

-Nicholas Jensen, unkown days of survival.

Though his Journal and tapes havebeen found this was his last recording found by the LFM, Liberation for Manind, the biggest survivalist groups from Aberdeen.

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Permalink Reply by SoToxic on June 24, 2009 at 3:40pm

Survivor Case file: Tom Jacobson
Last confirmed location: South Colorado

"Its been awhile...sense I felt the warm touch of someone on my skin. Sence I felt the embrace of a loved one. Sense I looked into the eyes of someone and saw something other than a cold, lifeless stare right back at me. These eyes are souless, these eyes are forever hating, these eyes are emotionless, these are the eyes of the undead. these are the eyes of hell, Even as I peered into these Eyes I searched for a window. Eyes the windows to the soul. Theses eyes aren't windows. They are just empty holes. For there is nothing to look at once you've met thier gaze. I question as to whether i'm insane. I hear voices. They say that i'm am the last. I write this journal to keep the voices away. I stay traveling. I don't hide. I am not a prisoner to the gouls. The world is not the undeads world. I am free. I'm still on my way to Oregon. I am somewhere in colorado, this place is desolate. The wind blows, I can hear the moans, I can hear the voices....They frighten me. I'm stopped at a gas station. I'v climbed up to the roof and am going to rest hear for the night. My dreams have been filled with nightmares. One of them is me sleeping in my bed. I come to awake. I see handprints on my windows. I turn over to my wife only to see those eyes....I'm going insane. I havn't heard a voice....exept that moan....that moan...I can't take it anymore. They are coming for me. I can feel them biting me. They want my flesh. They willl always come for me, even in my sleep. They never stop...They never tire....

-Tom Jacobson
Date unknown

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Permalink Reply by Sulaco on June 24, 2009 at 10:53pm

Survivor Case File: Fredrick Cross
Last confirmed location: Transmitting from [Unknown Location]

"I'm leaving this message as a warning to anyone heading East, I don't know where I am, but listen to me...anyone receiving this message on all frequencies, do not enter the city called "Loud Valley"! This place is a fragging spawning pit of Zombies...the whole city is full of them. I don't know if I can make it out of here alive...god I knew I made the wrong choice...

Listen, you'll know you're heading towards Loud Valley if you see a broken down motor-cycle beneath a graffitied city-limit sign. Do not under any circumstance enter the city...there's little chance of getting out.

I'm currently low on ammunition, but luckily for me machete's don't use ammo...if anyone can hear this, don't bother coming in after me...I probably won't make it through the night. Run if you're near this city...it's nothing but a death trap...dear God I hope this message reaches someone...

I can hear them...they're swarming the goddamned building...
For anyone that cares, I'm escaping across the roof tops, I just hope my Parkour skills haven't gotten rusty since I've been out on my own...

Good night everyone...if there's anyone left to hear this..."

-Date of Transmission: Unknown.
Time since last replay: 6-days...

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Permalink Reply by Hexx on July 17, 2009 at 6:27pm

Survivor Case File: "HEXX"
Last confirmed Location: A house in london Unknown street

" Date sat 18th 2:00 in the mornining. I am alone now..there was 5 of us to start with, it seemed like a game to us..you know group of your friends going round killing zombies.Then it got real first to die was Jack..poor bastered, we told him not to go in to the shop, you know we never did find his all of his body we just ran.. It only really hits home when you see someone you know Anna saw here parents, we thought they where ok turned out her dad was bit just a few mins before we first saw him Anna went to hug him we thought something good might be finaly happening..we tryed to pull him off her.., we knew she wouldnt last long..we didnt wana she her like..like them we only had one gun found it at a old millatry post..shooting your friend in the back of the head is something that dont leave you.Darren,me and Alex found a good safe house a few days later, was good for a day or two little did we realise this had all became too much for Alex..we found her in hanging.

Me and Darren moved on,we kept each other going mates to the end.Darren kept talking about what he would do when this was all over said he would find his girl friend, we bothe knew she was dead but we had hope.We continued on kept moving tell yesterday at lest place we slept at was startng to fall apart we knew we couldn stay there anylonmger, they say dont travell at night only to the next house we thought we can make it be quick. we where almost in we didnt even see it, it was a runner came at Darren he killed it..but it bit him i pulled him in the house, that was the secound friend i killed..now i am here alone, am gona move on in the morning cant stay here..keep moving keep surviveing, i have to keep going now not for me..but for them"

-HEXX 18th of july 2009

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Permalink Reply by SoToxic on July 28, 2009 at 6:34pm

Survivor Case Filr: Tom Jacobson
Last Confirmed Location: South Colorado

" Hello, I'm almost hear, Almost in Oregon, Hopefully I willl reach safer boundries and be able to find food, water, shelter, poeple. Its weird, I feel like the last man alive sometimes, I havn't seen a face in months, At least a face with a expression more than a open jaw lusting eternally for food, for flesh. These things, these zombies. The voices don't stop, I even hear them in my dreams. I can't controll them anymore they come and go. They telll me to do things, terrible things. They whisper in my ear, or sometimes I can hear them screaming. My nightmares, I have the worse nightmares. I see people, just standing, elderly, children, women, men, everybody. Minding there own business. Then I see them coming. I try to warm them, I try to tell them to run, but I can't talk. I can't move. All I can do is watch, I watch them get torn to sreds, I see them trying to get away, but they to cannot move. I hear thier screams, A baby is torn from a mothers arms. A younge girl is ripped into pieces and shared amoung the group. Then... They come for me. Then I wake up. I'm almost there. If anyone has any informatiion on this region please contract me immediatly."



- Tom Jacobson
Date unknown

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Permalink Reply by Jaron louis peters on August 4, 2009 at 1:01am

survivor case file: Jaron Peters
last confirmed location: high level,alberta canada

day 49 i think i was safe there was 10 of us one of them tried to run got bite he killed eveyone else i think im heading down to the states now i am starting to hear my mind telling me to kill myself but i know its just the trauma form seeing my family die my girlfriend my mom auntie my little cuz i just took a truck the owner didnt need it anymore im stocked up on supplies food water ammo im glad i found a gun shop i got a 45. acp a shot gun and a lever action 30/30 rifle its hard to really want to survive when u know ur family already gone i dont know what drives me to keep going hope maybe i dont know im starting to realize that im glad i grew up camping and hunting but is it enuf what if they find me and i get bitten im writing this to say i know its hard to believe but your family might be dead but u have to rememeber that u have to carry on there names dont do anything stupid because if u survive then they wont really die not to you you will always have them in your heart



just dont give up any anybody that reads this stay strong im going to tryget to the west edmonton mall if u can try make it there to the gun shop


Jaron Peters day 49 of survival.

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Permalink Reply by Killerfishstick on August 21, 2009 at 9:05am

Survivor Case File: Lt."Reaper" Cole
Last known location:Somewhere in the UK...

"I can't beleive it! I finally made it to englands so called Safe Area and its overun! Well nothing else to do, I'm heading to the states via a Blackhawk. I'm goin to try n' land on one of the oil wells to refuel. I hope I make it, cause' if I don't, Mr. Sharky is goin' to have some fun with this fish. Oh well I have enough spare fuel to be able to make it if I can stop somewhere to give the chopper some gas. I'm startin' my journey, and quite frankly I feel like amelia frigin' earheart right now."
(In Manhattan they found a crashed Blackhawk with the words"Time to play Zackie. Your it and I'm long gone and headin to an area near a mall I heard of. Yours truly, your worst nightmare." on the cockpit window in zombie blood

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Permalink Reply by camden mourer on August 21, 2009 at 9:34am

case file: cpt.cam mourer and c company USMC Z.E.R.O division

location: crossing a dessert

static is all we've heard for days. transport is in good shape thanks to our mechanic. water is low food is good. ammo we're good thank to secret base. fuel mid sheez so many grunters gunner is all ways busy. they dont seem happy.

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Permalink Reply by Killerfishstick on August 23, 2009 at 4:06am

Survivor case file:Lt."REAPER"cole
Last known location:North Carolina
"Static"This is "Reaper". If you can here this don't head west. I have seen Mega Swarms there as well as miles of refugees. They were heading south to even more Mega Swarms. There are no more weapons in the west so if god forbid you go there, stack up on ammo."Zombie moans" Hang on Zack I'll be right there. So if you need a safe zone. Small remenents of the Chicago zone are left. Not many swarms just packs. It should be ten times better than going to the west. but"Zombie moans" I've been wrong before."Moaning" Jeez Zack I'll kill you in a moment! Anyway in the east its safer. "Gunshots" "Reaper" out...

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Permalink Reply by Sulaco on September 28, 2009 at 5:32pm

Survivor Case File: Fredrick Cross
Last confirmed location: Somewhere in the Southern U.S. swampland.
Currently broadcasting from the Swamps...

"It's been more than a few days since my last attempt at contacting someone, all I've found since escaping Loud Valley is an endless battle against the undead and hostile survivors.
Had a run in with a few scared military boys awhile back, at least I thought they were military...they certainly had the gear. Upon attempting to identify myself as a friendly they opened fire, but their shots were panicked and flew wild. I returned fire. Five shots, two kills, not bad. Raided the bodies, found some better gear to wear and some better weapons to use. Stocked up on some bullets and hijacked their truck and ran it out of fuel heading south.
I think I'm in the South somewhere, there's lots of marshy swamp land around here. I managed to find a relatively intact fishing skiff with a small motor and I'm currently making my way through the swamp-land.

If you thought city-zombies were scary, wait until you get to the swamps...there's little chance of survival here. If the gators or crocs don't get you the fragging zed-heads will pull you under. There's little sanity in this place. Not only is Voodoo the norm here, but the survivors I have encountered are all religious zealots convinced that the Zombies are holy warriors send to cleanse the earth or something. I got out before I became their next sacrifice.

Don't know quite where I'm going but I have a feeling a city is near-by, been hearing some gunfire and chanting during the night towards the east. I wonder if New Orleans is still standing...if the map I have is correct, then I should end up there in a few days.

For anyone in the area receiving this, if you are in need of assistance, respond and I will try to find you.
My name once again is Fredrick Cross and you can identify me by my black, skull-pattern bandanna and rusty boat...

God I hope there's someone out there...

Signing off."

- Time since 1st transmission: 12 hours.

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Permalink Reply by Jaron louis peters on September 29, 2009 at 9:21pm

hey i hear u ive traveled from canada i was with a few pepole but we had a run in with sum of those bastards im the only one left again ive bin traveling for days and nowim here in a swamp on sum kind of little island in what appears to be a fishing hut but not sure i can here the gun fire and chanting so one of us must be close im about a 32 hour swamp walk from new orleans if u see a fishing hut i might be there if u find me ill travel with u if not ill see u in new orleans i have 2 rifles and 4 handguns and plenty of ammo i lost track of the date so i dont know what day it is hopefully we meet



transmission over.''

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