August 2011 Blog Posts (39)

   This is the tale of "Blaine" a written series filled with Magic, Zombies, Dragons, Witches, Cat People, Vampires, and Greek Mythology. Now this part is just the pilot, just to see if you guys are into it. Please leave comments telling me what you thought. Enjoy.

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When the Zombie Apocalypse happens it will be important that survivors be prepared before hand. There will be little time to brush up on your survival skills while they're eating your brainz...

You'll need an Android phone with My Tracks and Google Maps w/ Latitude enabled. This allows us to know where we are and where the other players are as well.

This is a 1 v many game where the lone human tries to survive for as long as possible. When a zombie touches the human they become…

February 12, 2011

     I don't understand whats happening. I'm so confused, so sick, so scared, I just want it all to end. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm still alive. It always makes you sick as hell and it always kills. I woke up this morning and I looked around the room for a second and then I realized something: I WOKE UP! I checked the date on the laptop and I was asleep for two days. I'm just so weak right now. I…

I was about to leave the office when I got a call from Juana. "I'm going home. Be careful out there!" she told me.

I was skeptical at first but news sites proved me wrong, everyone is talking about the "flu", dead are coming back to life and raising hell that's no fuckin' flu!!! Texted my brother and he's already on his way out of the city taking my grandparents with him. No word from sis yet.

Coworkers are afraid to leave the building, the supermarket across…

Just came back from school.

It's all fucked up over there, my students are freaked out about the "flu" and how it will affect us. Honestly I thought it was some kind of stupid mistake made by the news but no, they said it loud and clear: "THE DEAD ARE FUCKING COMING BACK TO FUCKING LIFE".

Don't know where my family is right now, It's just me in this big house waiting for Javier, just talk to him and he sounded Ok, hope he's doing well. 

My cellphone is not working,…

In 18 days, I will be at my new place.  However, school doesn't start for a good two weeks after that.  So, what to do?

FILM STUFF.

Yes, film stuff.  I will film all 34 of the Lost Zombies Scenarios for the movie and submitting each of them.  The more the merrier, right?

Right now I'm in the planning/logistics page, mapping out areas and exactly what I can do with each thing where I currently live.  I will be sending out a call…

Words To Know:

UC (Undead Combatant)- Basic undead.

 “You alright, Breakaway?” I ask. “You just took a nasty spill.”

   “I’m cool, man. Just give me a sec.” He responds, wheezing and coughing.

   “Dude, you fell, like, two stories, and landed on a fucking car. Are you sure?” Havoc asks, near laughing.

   “I’m okay! God, stop asking.”

   “Okay, tough guy. So, Simple, what next?” Havoc asks me.

   “We gotta start moving. All…

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DISPATCH:

Dispatch, 107 Statewide.

*Static*…

You've got two options: the dead or dead.

Two sides of the same coin in a manner of speaking.  On one side, the eagle, free in flight, free of the earth and all the concerns that come with it.  On the other, the decaying severed head of george washington snapping his jaws shut on the pad of your index finger as you stare at him with disbelieving eyes.

When the guns run out of bullets and the knives have lost their edge what exactly is left?  Not fuckin' much…

Here's a story i'm doing for a college project.  Thought i'd put a few chapters on here, see what you guys think.  It ain't expert grade or anything, so excuse the grammar, crappy writing, ect.  enjoy

Chapter 1

The sun did little to warm his nerves…

No one expects they're gonna be a suicide bomber. Not in the beginning at least. It's a gradual process. It takes grooming. Killing is hard. I popped my cherry shooting a seven-year-old girl, execution style, in a grocery store. I barely remember it. When I think back now all I can recall is how the color of her brains matched the pink Hostess Snowballs she'd been carrying. David tells me I did the right thing, shooting that girl. He says I'm a hero. Maybe he's right. It's hard to tell…

We had heard of the virus, seen videos on youtube, but this was different. We couldn’t have known what they really were. When you read books about the apocalypse, about how zombies infest the world, you think you would be able to handle them, but when you’re stood there, sharpened fence in hand, staving off your own mother, how can you do the unthinkable: an act that will haunt you? You freeze, and despite what they say, it isn’t scary at all. It’s almost like you’re floating in a calm sea,…