Finally figured out my old password..DEUX IS BACK

"bRACE BRACE BRACE!!!" Those were the last words I remember hearing before waking up in a smoking pile of wreckage that not 20 seconds earlier had been our helicopter. I knew immediatly that our pilot was dead because the hood of a Chevy truck was sitting where he should have been, our copilot was screaming but I couldnt make out what it was. What rember clearly enough was my squad leader yelling his lungs out for me and the others get out of the heli. There was pounding all around us like… Continue

(For the fans this is a continuation from the "A Weeks Worth of Nothing" story line following "Deux" in his attempt to escape Houston, Tx and the strugle he faces with himself and the undead. I'll continue the "Nine of Nine" series at a later time)



It's been four long weeks since I left the aparment complex. Four weeks since I had killed my first and hopefully last human. Frans death will stick in my mind forever as quite possibly the most cruel thing I've ever done. I had cornered… Continue

In the midst of the Campion Virus mutation and spread the US Government all but disappeared. Most military personnel were either overrun, deserting, or being shipped to the west coast for the battle of Las Vegas. It was thought that moving the government with these units to a secure location would be the safest way to transport it in full and working, a sound plan in theory. With Air Force One Grounded due to mechanical issues the president and his immediate family and cabinet members joined a… Continue

It seems sometimes that we lose track of all the good in life. The goals we set for ourselves the time we spend with others and even the actions we take to inspire other washes away when we are brought to protect ourselves. At the bare minimum we sacrifice something of our own self to protect it. I noticed this the other day while walking a deserted street, I normally check cars for usefull items, food, radios, water, batteries etc.. Something was different this time though, I glanced over my… Continue

Silence, that's all that greets us now. I sit in the same chair everyday hoping to hear something or someone out there rather than the godawful moaning or that wretched bitch carrying on about gods punishment and his divine right to bring this upon us. I've sat here with nothing but a thin sheet rock wall separating us and even with these head phones on I can still hear her. In less than a week after I met Bill on the road, less than seven fucking days, we've gone from five, not including me,… Continue