Life is often stranger than fiction...

I write this journal for whoever finds it. A written codex of my thought's, observations, and irritations. My own chronicle of the days after something flicked a switch, and sent the remnant's of humanity hurtling into a bleak, desolate future. I am now safe, or as safe as one can be in a world slowly losing it's war against the forces of death. Secure deep in the cusp of a valley that allowed one Rebel soldier to hold off a company of Union troops during the War of Northern Aggression.… Continue

As the dawn broke on November 1st, The remnant's of the Appalachian Resistance Movement watched from across the barrier that seperated West Virginia's known survivors, from the massing legions of undead confronting them. Whether drawn by the scent of life, or the sounds echoing from their defense of the theatre. The Dead legions neared well into the thousands. Cut off from any form of reinforcement. Haggard from the month long seige, and low on ammo, e surviving members of A.R.M. watched as the… Continue

A short time ago, I managed to get my hands on a wildly anticipated package.



A journey outside the A.R.M. safety zone, led my small group of survivor's to the remnant's of Mingo counties devastated landscape. A nigh stupid 40 mile journey across the lands of the living dead.

In the hopes of retrieving a small keepsake of these last day's. My promo pack.



To whichever member of the lost zombies org. That packaged it...

Thank you.

I realise the danger you faced… Continue