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Permalink Reply by Crazzee Abnormal on April 12, 2009 at 7:18pm

That's pretty cool, but the Jpeg artifacts kind of ruin the effect. D=

Permalink Reply by ZombieObsession on April 13, 2009 at 10:34am

Some of the most fun I've ever had. Enjoy!

Permalink Reply by Bane Unreinen on April 14, 2009 at 3:15pm

totally liking that b&w one, very nicely done.

Permalink Reply by Bodem on April 14, 2009 at 4:27pm

Permalink Reply by Nick Thompson on April 14, 2009 at 8:56pm

My project is ripped journal entrys.Out of a journal. wiht dresstress letters and Pictures

Permalink Reply by Garry Charles on April 14, 2009 at 11:38pm

Some really great stuff going up here. Keep it coming!

Permalink Reply by Crazzee Abnormal on April 15, 2009 at 6:21am

That's pretty darn cool. Very dramatic and whatnot.

Permalink Reply by Skot (Lost) on April 19, 2009 at 10:45am

This is a perfect example of what we are looking for. Great work Eliza.

Permalink Reply by prototype mercy on April 15, 2009 at 7:26am

this is an exerpt from my research journal:

october 12,2008
I've watched these creatures over sometime now and I have come to the conclusion that they are nothing like us. They need not breath nor sleep, all they hunger for is human flesh. what drives them forward? where are their motives and why do they own only consume human flesh? these questions require further research. I must obtain a speciemen, but if anyone found out what i'm about to do it would go against all of the humanity i have left.

decemeber 21, 2008
I've done it, after many periods of painstaking research and planning i've finally managed to capture one of them.Maybe now i can try to find a cure for this diease, maybe i can save my family.

january 12,2009
I have transfered my research to a friend at camp st. teresa for I fear that another break in like last week is envitable and I'm running low on supplies.

april1,2009
I used to love this day, pulling pranks on people was one of my favorite past times, but now i hide in fear for they have broken into my domain, and now i'm trapped in my lab. It's only a matter of time before they break in here to, i'll upload all my research and this log onto my computer and send it to my friends at camp st.teresa, hopefully their still alive.

april 15,2009
I have to be quick about this i've uploaded all my data into my laptop and i've sent most oof it to my friends and st.teresa, why didn't i go there with them.well they've finally broken in, it's only a matter of time before they find me, please someone use my research to help the better of mankind or atleast whats left of it. "Today is the day my soul can finally rest well my body still works."

Permalink Reply by Maegan Theroux on April 15, 2009 at 4:46pm

i am totally new here and no idea what i'm doing

but i've been working on a blog for a few months now which could be put across really well in diary form on paper...

http://ghxststories.wordpress.com/

Permalink Reply by Kyle H on April 15, 2009 at 9:28pm

Kind of a bloggy thing.



Dear, erm, diary I guess..

Well, it's 4:46am, and I'm still up. Mindlessly tapping away at this keyboard trying to find some comfort in this void, things are quiet outside. For the first time in god knows how long, I can hear the birds tweeting. No gunshots, no screams, no cries for help or people dying. Just the harmonous symphony of the birds. I know it's not over though, not by a long-shot.

I haven't been to sleep yet and I'm running short on supplies. Luckily however there's a few smalls grocery stores with a few interconnected pharmacies nearby, I'll head down there tommorow day-time. Because I doubt I'll last very long on the stale bread and 'powerade' I have at the minute.

Something that hasn't happened since the outbreak happened earlier today, I thought I'd mention it because it kind of gave me a sense of (probably false) hope in whats left of the human race. An old man came by, he was wandering the streets by himself and I saw him pass, man I couldn't just let him go on. I signalled to him and invited him in, his name was Edward, he was 56 years old but by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice, I could tell he was more terrified than he'd ever been before.

We shared stories from way before the outbreak, we laughed, we sighed and we nearly cried. He would tell me about how in the 'old days' this wouldn't of gotten so bad, he said we would of been prepared for it. I asked him to stay, and he just looked at me blankly, he then told me, in a low almost apologetic tone, that his wife was alone in the city, and he was on his way to find her. I offered my help, he denied saying that it was his destiny and that it was up to him to master it. He then went on to say if he dies, he'll see her in heaven. His hope in such a bleak and mournful event occurring baffled me somewhat, however we shared a few drinks and then he went on his way.

I have no weapons apart from a home-made 'flame thrower' (Deodrant can, lighter and salotape) which only use thus far was signalling Edward. I'm going to have to sort something out for tommorow, I've got a old baseballbat that I bought for $7 from an old sporting store in the cupboard, I'll have to conjur something up with that. All you bastards with your shotguns or automatic rifles and such, you lot have it lucky. Fuck man I'm scared to even leave the house. So much so that I put a blackout blind over my window due to the fear that the light resonating from my laptop display might give away my 'hiding place'.

Well that's all I have to say. I'll report in tommorow (probably late) saying how the 'shopping' went.

Good luck,
Kyle H
x

Permalink Reply by Garry Charles on April 16, 2009 at 3:24am

The following file was salvaged from a battered laptop on the Upper East Side. The remaining survivor of the apartment block attacked the rescue team and was handled with extreme prejudice.

Tonight I sat down with friends and we ate my neighbour… does that make us as bad as those things out on the streets?

I hope not.

Those things… the zombies… God, I hate that word… they don’t think about eating the flesh of the living. They’re dead, they don’t think at all. They feel no guilt… they get no pleasure from what they do… They just eat.

We, on the other hand, thought it through… talked about the best choice… discussed how we’d do it. I’d like to think that hunger was the only thing that pushed us to such a despicable choice, it makes me feel better.

But I worry about Brad. I think… no, I know he enjoyed it. He was too eager to volunteer to be upfront. Jesus, he just knocked on her apartment door with a smile on his face, said hello and then shot her in the head.

Don’t get me wrong, it was good to finally eat a real meal. We’ve lasted this long on cereal, chocolate and stale bread, but despite now feeling full I also feel sick.

I have human flesh digesting in my gut and it disgusts me.

Poor Mrs Shawshank. She was old and alone, she had no one to care for her and now… what’s left of her… is laid in our makeshift cold store. Brad says she’ll feed us for three days at least.

But what do we do when she is used up and we’re still hungry? Brad has already suggested working our way through the older tenants; he claims they are a drag on our resources.

Who becomes the judge? Who chooses the name that is next on the menu? I don’t think I can do this… Shit, there are children here; will we start on them once the old folk are nothing but bones?

Where will it end?

I envy those things outside… at least they don’t have to choose.

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