To win a war. All you need do is out live your opponent. But what if your opponent isn't alive?

Suppose I might as well get this done eventually, part two of my little journal of the last two years events. The last time I ended just on the outskirts of Glasgow, me Amanda and my dad were heading out. The fires of the city and the sirens of the chaos within at our backs. We hadn’t bothered to bury my brothers corpse. Didn’t have the time. Seemed cruel. But what isn’t in this world?



We hadn’t made it far before the primal nature of this world became so utterly apparent. A small… Continue

Moved out of the safehouse today. Took the essentials, what was left of our water supply. Canned food. The camping gear I managed to grab from our expedition into town. We were at odds on using the car. Her arguement for was based on getting as far as we could. My arguement against was that main roads and the sounds of an engine tended to attract Z's. In the end we went for my side. Departing the safehouse with our supplies and equipment.



Most of the time we never come across Zack,… Continue

Been feeling kind of useless lately to the network



Gary and Jason are big helps on movement and safe zones. I just felt like I was all take and no give. So I want to help the survivors by offering what I can. Hand to hand combat instruction.



Even before the outbreak I had training in various martial arts, and with my dad being an ex military I recieved training from him as well before and during the outbreak. During the past two years I've not even come close to touching a… Continue

Me and Amanda made it into the local town today.



Parked the car near the social services building, sky was getting bleaker as each second past. Didn't look like weather would be too good.



First sights of the town wern't too good. Blood streaked across a wall. Empty streets.



After awhile the rain started coming down. Light at first but then turning heavy. Made it to the local supermarket. Grabbed some canned supplies. Camping gear. Canned petrol.



The… Continue

Before writing anything down I should probably state that this is, for all intents and purposes a kind of confession. I personally would have left the story of what I had been doing for the past two years alone, and as it was. Enough explained in my call out video. But the fiance is goading me into it. She thinks that if I don't get some of these things off my chest then I might go down the same road my mother did. Of course, she commited suicide to be with her diety. I'm just not the kind of… Continue