Tales of a Survivor

Once we'd gotten onto the highway, it wasn't that bad. Most of the cars had been wrecked and we're off the road. A few stray Zombies staggered about, moaning and shuffling, looking for their next meal. It wasn't going to be me or mine, I could tell them that much.



"You guys okay back there?" I called to my wife, who was cradling Emma in her arms.



"Yeah, baby, we're okay," She replied.



"We're going to get out of this, you hear me?" I called back to… Continue

It's been six days since my last entry. Six long... hellish days... The number of Zombies littering the street has increased. My wife and Daughter are starting to get antsy now. I can't blame them either.



We're running low on food and I went down to check on the generators in the basement. They're almost on empty. We've got maybe a few more hours until we can... shit... the lights just went off. I'll finish this entry in a bit.



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It's about 6pm… Continue

It's been six days since the Outbreak first touched Tulsa. You can almost smell the dead and rotting flesh in the streets now. It's almost funny how they act. The Z's. They were all lined up in Billy's on the Square. That one woman with the ponytail - now half eaten - was going through all of the motions of flipping burgers and making fries. It's sad in away, yet... somehow... morbidly comforting.



I've been holed up in the top floor of the ONEOK building for some time now. I used to… Continue