All Blog Posts Tagged 'journal' (39)

Day #1

Life as we know it is over.

It's been at least twenty hours since the outbreak happened.

Two remaining co-workers and I…

December 4th, 7:03 PM - Salmon, Idaho (GPS Locator out of service, please reinstall app)



The video starts with her very close to the camera, and then slowly she steps away looking at it, her eyes directly on you. Plopping down on the bed, she has a wide-angled camera shot to show her and the room. The bed is covered in a plain blue thick blanket, the bed-frame made out of exaggerated sized logs that add to the charm of the room, which is…

December 2nd, 2011 - 3:47pm - Salmon, Idaho - Google Map GPS: 44.499934,-114.902687



The camera pans around, catching a dizzying view of mountainous terrain then finally rests on her, clearly the dark makeup around her eyes has began to smear, lines of it draw down her face showing clearly she has shed tears at some point. By now, you've come to expect it, and it's no surprise, but she has a lit cigarette in her mouth. The environment has…

December 2nd, 2011 - 5:43am

A camera flickers on, a young woman's face briefly appears, the sound of the microphone makes shuffling sounds as she attempts to get the camera pointing at her. The early morning light adds a surreal backdrop as she is clearly sitting in a car. The windshield behind her has smearing of blood and other such gruesome additions that are hardly recognizable due to the low quality of the film she is shot on. The young…

December 1st, 2011 - Time 8:47pm - Challis, Idaho

"Ok so zombie movies pretty much got it all fucking wrong"

"Well, where to start? I know everybody always wants to do some sort of vlog, and I can't imagine a better time" she says shifting so she's sitting upright.

 "Well turns out, fucking Walmart wasn't such a great idea" she takes a long pull off her cigarette and lets the smoke roll from her lips, seemingly covered in a blackened…

Alright, um... I dunno where to start. It happened two weeks ago, when someone, somewhere, bit another someone... And then the situation exploded. They're EVERYWHERE. In the streets, in houses, in sewers... God, it hurts. It hurts so much... Every time I see one of them, I know it used to be a person, a regular Joe, someone maybe even like me. I've been going to Lost Zombies more and more, people are using it so much now that they've…

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…

How goddamn fitting that this whole mess started so close to Halloween. Despite the fact that it wasn't very long ago, it feels like years since I lived anything even remotely resembling a normal life.

Just a month after I began my freshman year of high school, and I had already established a reputation there. Not a particularly bad one, mind, at least in my opinion. I was well-known for constantly interjecting. Like all the time. They actually took to calling it…

First off, let me be completely realistic: we're all going to die. That's not the bleak, pessimistic comment it sounds like, which is strange because I am often described as a bleak pessimist. What I'm saying is, death is inevitable, but some of us can postpone it long enough to die peacefully in our beds of old age or organ failure.

And then some of us get torn apart and eaten by walking corpses.

I plan on avoiding the latter.

I don't know why…

I can taste the blood in the air, the thick iron staining my taste buds.

It's kinda scary to think about all of the shamblers just outside of my house. Then, one is my baby bro, who tried to run away from it all, thinking if he ran fast enough, if he ran hard enough, he would be safe. I watched as a sprinter took him down and tore him to pieces. Not a sound; he went down without a word, scream or yelp.…

Here I am, lying in my make-shift bed. Restless. I don’t sleep much any more. The thought of “them” finding me keeps me awake. But I make do with what I get. You learn to do that during times like this. Improvising is key. Next to salvaging and looting, that is. It’s a free-for-all, no one trusts you and you don’t trust them. Trust is a weakness in this world. A weakness many people fall prone to. You would think that this would be the one time that people would come together and help each…