July 2010 Blog Posts (109)

12:08 PM- A gunshot echos through the city streets. The smoke clears and a hooded figure stands in front of the heavily armed pair. The warrior of a woman standing in front of it has a gun to his head in seconds.

"You idiot!" A thick Scottish accent comes from the dark shadow cast by the hood. He directs his voice to the man whose drunken shot nearly missed his skull. "You nearly blew my head off!" The hood falls to reveal the face of a young man in his mid twenties. His face…

types of zombies normal zombie (cant run just walks or limps and moans) and a runner zombie (they can run fast and do lots of stunts unlike the normal zombie they are active day and night the smartest zombie they will hide to attack you sometimes) also the screamer zombie (this zombie is just like a runner zombie pshiscaly but screams alot which can attract more zombies) those were zombies i learned about by watching zombie movies and gave them names i made up but the actions they do are…

it was nearly two years ago i was depressed my labrador retriever died then stoped talkin to almost all my family except two of my cousins and bro about 2 months later i got a new labrador retriever he was black i named him shadow. a week later the news channel had an emegancey broadcast i watched as i pet shadow it said a dead body at a funeral has been ressurected by they believe to be a sorceceor that did it the body bite several people at the funeral they all somehow died i was shaking…

Like a lot of people, I fear a whole mess of things, places, objects, and ideas. The one that seems most prevalent, as I begin to use cars as stepping stones to travel down the street,

is my fear of being alone. Like I said, I haven’t seen or heard anyone in two

weeks. Well, that’s not entirely true.

I did hear a few people, but that was more like five…

I sat in front of the TV, flipping channels. I sighed. Florida was great, except for the TV. Nothing ever good these days- I heard sirens, then looked out the window onto the street to see an ambulance fly by. I shrugged. My little girl, Rebecca, came around the corner with her Game Boy, Dual Screen, something like that. I could never keep up with all the technology for kids nowadays. Becky was only eleven, but she was smart. She always wore jeans with a large 55 embroidered on the knee, and…

It’s been two weeks, or at least it should be, if I counted right. Two weeks and I haven’t moved much, except to use the restroom (which for me, is the corner of

the room that I don’t frequent). My “room”, if you call empty closets rooms, is

located, well, actually, I don’t know where it’s located. I was on my way to

the airport, with my family, when the van shook. Once, then twice, then it

flipped, rolling four times, if I counted right.\…

A thousand men, all slain before. They come in packs, Like wolves, hunting sheep.

A contagious toxin consumes all in its wake... Those who resist are devoured, eaten alive... And another is added to their number. I thrive in the attic... Living on mere crumbs. The sun burns my flesh, melts away my skin. I sit, and wait... Wait for the inevitable. I hear a sound. The attic door opens. I hear the footsteps... As they climb the stairs. Their smell, their moans... They do not scare me. I…

It had been almost 24 hours since Artemis had been bitten. Had been sentenced to death. Alli tried not to think about it, but she knew what she had to do. She clutched her sniper rifle, knowing she would have to use it on Artemis, the person who meant everything to her. Alli refused to believe she had to do it. But deep down... She knew what she had to do. She looked over at Artemis. He was still sleeping. She hauled herself to her feet and looked out the boarded up window. A few zombies…

During Zday would it be possible for Surviors to comunicate through videos on youtube or any other video site, I got this idea after watching Diary of the Dead.

This report comes to you 45 minutes after my attack. Departure begins promptly at sunrise. About 4am, I am finally dozing off, as I have not slept since this torterous pacing first came to play. I thought I was dreaming at first....heard a voice- rough and rank. The voice kept repeating something over and over in robotic, monotonic sound. It sounded as if it was saying "Is cranberry grown, is cranberry grown." But the longer this dream dragged on, the better I could hear that the voice was…