All Blog Posts Tagged 'Survival' (30)

It’s been six months since the News stopped. I still check the radio, going from empty frequency to empty frequency. Once in a while I still get some military bands, one claiming that Washington D.C. is still in human hands. Sometimes, some lunatic would be on the air, screaming about the FILL IN THE BLANK retribution. God, Allah, name it. I’d finally gotten around to getting into all the bunkers. Other than the explosives bunker, which I finally realized was far from the others after…

So I recently played this little game that's been circling around the web lately called Slender. Slender is a little survival horror game that drops you in pitch black woods with nothing but a flashlight and your wits ( which will soon be lost when you get a nice little surprise from our unfriendly neighborhood Slenderman.) The reason why I am posting this is because how it screws with your mind in a realistic survival fashion.

Your objective is in a very tight nit area where its hard…

I don't know what day it is and I don't care. I've stayed at the cabin for at least the past two months, so it may be February. It's been a while since I posted because I've been just staying alive. Some really messed up shit had me messed up for a while. I've been scavenging the area and I've seen signs of others. I've returned to the gas station three times - the first time I had to kill four zombies. They were all in bad shape, a lot of them eaten away, so I was able to do it silently,…

When this all started... when the news started about the dead rising and attacking the living, I thought it was bullshit. Come on, we've all seen the movies, right? We've all seen the movies, good and bad, so who is going to believe this? Like most of the public, I ignored this. I lived my life. Oh, I took a few precautions (or I wouldn't be writing this), mask, stocked up on food (mostly MRE's, which I kind of like), bottled water, the usual survival stuff. Except I got a couple of items…

The scream of tires, a silent beat, and then the unmistakeable sound of two cars colliding, metal folding and twisting. Officer Kopalski winced involuntarily before the training kicked in. He keyed his shoulder mike. Please let there be an officer on scene. "TC 59-3 reporting a collision, heard... about a block east. Please advise, over."

He released the transmit button, and furiously waved the uptown traffic on. It was hot underneath his protective gear. The white gloves…

My name is Blake Howell, before the outbreak I was a fairly normal college student, I was gonna be a game designer, then THIS happened, now every day is a brutal fight for survival against those things. I have decided to document this daily fight for survival. In this journal I will record my daily activities, along with any other important information I may learn. If something happens to me, I only hope the information recorded in this journal is useful to whomever may find…

By my account, the battle for San Antonio, a city of 1.4 million, lasted about three days. At least that’s when I stopped hearing explosions and the rapid fire of machine guns. I had to assume the military lost the battle entirely or pulled out because I do occasionally hear a helicopter in the distance. What I did hear was sporadic gunfire in the distance. I also didn’t see a lot of zombies in my neighborhood, the Z’s had went somewhere else and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to find out…

There I was surrounded by more than 15 zombies in A&P. I only had one round left in my 9mm, and I finally decided what too do with it. As my sweaty hand tightened around the trigger, and I could feel the cold barrel against my ear, only one thing was on my mind. Failure. I should have listened to Jack, he told me, "The grocery store isn't safe, don't go Pete," and me, who had never before been without food had ignored him and went in anyway. After all we had been through, killing zombies…