All Blog Posts Tagged 'death' (83)

ive been writing on thiis site since i was 13. i'm nearly 18 and kick ass as shit. i got experien ce under my belt, I have weapons great enough to blow an infected into next fuckin tuesday. I can give you a round up of all thats happened so far. I was 13 and witnessed a friend who had become one of them, he nearly killed me and i escaped with no help. I soon realized that my home in North Carolina was no longer safe enough to stay and i convinced my family to break down the barriers we had…

Surviving 9

A week? Maybe two since I killed Ginger. Why do I say killed? These things, these rejects from hell, they aren’t alive. They’re just… fuck. I don’t know what they are. I know that they eat people. Why? What does that do? So far, I haven’t found any droppings, haven’t seen one of them dump a load on the floor. None of them has come out of a building with toilet paper stuck to a shoe. Is there a scientist somewhere out there, trying to figure out why these…

I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.

Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is…

Whether you dream by day, or dream by night; you will without a doubt have dreams. Even in this land of death. It is up to you to make those dreams come true, or simply let them pass away quietly.

Being the dreamer that I am has never ceased to cause grief, heartache, or misfortune. I have experienced more of these three ridiculous facts of dreams than I care to recall. That hasn't stopped me from dreaming. It never will. Why should one simply stop doing what their mind wants to do?…

I'm not a very social person. I choose to be by myself. I'm not trying to say I'm some kind of bad-ass. I just prefer to be alone. I was alone before the world ended and I'll be alone afterward. People just cause problems and in this world it's better to avoid them. I still remember the first day. Well, it probably wasn't really the first day undead rose. I had heard about walkers attacking people in New York and Washington and a lot of the east coast. I never thought it would reach this far…

Dear Readers,

It's been almost a year since my last blog post. I tell you, it's been a crazy time. To start off, I almost got killed while on a supply raid. I still haven't found that damned CB radio I want.

My mistake was when I was looking for some food and bullets. I traveled to the local Wal-Mart, which is about a mile from my shelter. On a side note, I know that going to a place like Wal-Mart during these trying times is a stupid move, however, the surrounding buildings…

I'm alive.

I'm not one of them.

I'm not one of them.

I'M NOT ONE OF THEM.

I suppose that's a given, seeing as how I'm typing and am quite sane. I don't understand... The bite, it never festered, never... Never infected. I don't... I don't understand. I believe I... I believe I mutated, to a degree. My skin is pale, my nails... Well, I won't go into the nails just yet. I feel so...…

I sat smoking my last cigar, it was a cuban I had found on a zombie and saved. The hood of my truck was warm from the

sun, even though it was chilly out, it is upstate New York in december, after all. My group was overrun at our compound, I

escaped in one of the trucks but everyone else is either dead or undead. We never saw it coming, in the dead of night

suddenly there were thousands around our fences, we shot, burned, smashed, and crushed every undead head we…

 …

The barricade is stable.

We stopped them in the court yard.…

It was long enough ago that the screaming in my head has faded to a slight whimper. I can remember the pitch of it, but don't hear it in my head anymore.

Thank god.

It used to wake me up at night, making me afraid to open my eyes for fear that something would be staring back at me. something no longer human. It scares me,…

Not one, not two but three were there

With ill intent and vacant stares

Like hungry lions upon a gazelle  

They chased their prey until she fell

They tore through skin, ate flesh and bone

I sat and watched this all alone

Behind a tree I hid in wait

Would mine be such a grizzly fate

If I run, they might pursue me

But if I don’t they will consume me

Now’s my chance I don’t look back

I run like hell down this beaten…

A zombie outbreak occurred at this location,

it spread with fierce determination

Unlike our race it's infestation

knew not of evil discrimination

and so no race or creed was spared

the human race was unprepared

for while man was busy with power and money

killing it's own and finding it funny

focusing only on what he could see

the virus was waiting patiently

for one mistake one human error

to set it lose to reign…

we got up to go out side there were no zombies lol finally no zombies but we went outside and i couldn't belive what i saw this whole place was destroyed i was thinking maybe they dropped bombs that we somehow survived the tv was on the phones were working it was like nothing happend but i knew zombies were still real cause zkc wasn't here i wish he was then i'd know it wasn't real but what we need to find out is what happend it's just a wasteland now which means less water less food less…