May 2010 Blog Posts (101)

This is week two that I have been by myself. Before then I was part of a large group. They found me in the Peak District, half dead. I haddent eaten in 6 days and I was dehydriated from lack of water and the heat of the summer. When the zombie infestation reached Britian I was camping with my farther ( R.I.P dad ) without any contact from the cities. On our way back home when we got our first glimps of the horror. A runner (running zombie) attacked us but fortunetly it kept stumbling over…

Who would of thought that the only way to survive is kill...At first it was hard, they are human beings after all, and now I don't even think twice about it. Just aim, pull the trigger and move on.

Today was a good day though...I got twelve of them thoughtless sons of bitches. I sat there for nine and a half hours waiting and patiently waiting for that perfect kill. To the temple or to the head? The possibilities are endless. Besides all of the head shots, my home fashioned mines have…

The next morning came quick, I felt that I had to little speel that night. I got up with a tired feeling. 'Good morning.' Maarten said and he gave me a hug. 'Leave the good away. How did you sleep?' I was changing the subject. 'I slept okay, I could hear them the entire night, moaning.' I grabbed my bottle of water and took a few sips. I opened the package of the crackers, and we shared it. 'We have to get going soon. I don't want to stay too long in the city.' I looked at…

His eyes were sunken and empty and his skin a dark gray.

“Burkard! What the hell are you doing!” I yelled.…

Something inside did not like that. A man with a farmer’s outfit on stumbled out of the smoke. Our medical advisor approached him. His skin was a dark gray color. All the life seemed sucked out of him. Then he attacked. He swung a wild arm up at the medic, a man named Burkard, took the blow to the chest, caught off guard. The man lunged in and took a bite right out of…

Our search brings us to an ex-nazi by the name of Adrian Bar. Mr. Bar tells us that he was part of a research team that discovered a disease on an expedition to Siberia similar to the Campion virus. He told us his story in a taped interview for archiving purposes.…

"GODDMANIT!!!!"I scream

"f**king windows broke down."i yell

"you should have grabbed the mac when we had the chance"said baron finishing the rest of his moldy chocolate bar.

"shutup mac f**"i say."macs suck more than windows.how am i supposed to get my story out to the survivors so they learn how to survive if i'm running a mac.*sigh*sorry i yelled at you.goddamn wawa doesn't have very good backup generators.if any survivors are out there…

I've lost count of how many days I've been surviving. But I've finally found a place to hide out that has internet and a computer.

My name is Elle. For anyone that reads this, I am alone and would like to have someone to join or join me. My family was killed by zombies, and my boyfriend was turned into one. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him, and I'm not sure if he's still one or dead by now.

I used to work for the government, where we would perform tests on humans.…

My alarm blared, and I reached for the snooze button. "Get up Cal, you'll be late." My mother called from downstairs.

"Five more minutes" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Don't you dare hit that snooze button." She yelled up. She knew me well. Sometimes that was good, and at times, like now, not so much.

As I dressed, I noticed it was raining, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, which I recieved for a birthday gift the previous month, and headed down to breakfast. My mom wasn't…

Artemis woke to a blaring siren. Not an ambulance. A siren that would go off if you were under attack.

Attack.

Artemis bolted out of bed, and apparently Alli had heard it too. They both had slept in their day clothes, so all they had to do was pick up their guns and load them. Artemis slung his shotgun over his back, wiped dirt off his dungaree jacket, and grinned. A battle, for once. A chance to shoot an infected. He kicked the door open, expecting infected to be everywhere.…

If you happen to see an old episode up front, don't worry. I probably found a spelling error, and when you re-publish a blog post, it brings it up front (Don't ask me why, I dunno.). I figured I'd clear that up. And I deeply regret not putting up a new Endless Night sooner, but Day Twelve will be up soon, I promise. Oh, and there will also be a new member of Artemis's group.

~Revenge

I don't think Artemis got a chance to see what I saw, because a body smashed into the windshield, blinding Matt, who swerved the SUV to avoid getting hit, and, needless to say, couldn't see where he was going. The SUV smashed through a crowd of infected, and rammed through a metal fence. Everyone but Artemis had a chance to pile out before being sandwiched. Everyone but him.

What happened next was a blur to me.

Metal-against-metal grinding combined with the sound of an…

The weeks went on like that.Tommy and I running house to house.picking off the lone zombie who walked by.the mornings consisted of practicing with our guns,and eating.At night we would fortify the houses and eat more.every trip over my pack got more and more lighter.the journey less and less dangerous.as if nothing shitty in this world was left.no deaths,no accidents,and like in zombieland:no more goddamn fattys.josh had shrunk into a more slimmer version.I stayed the same weight but fat was…

I shall forever remember the last days of Washington D.C. before it was overrun by the…