All Blog Posts Tagged 'survival' (85)

DAY 1

St. Mary – 50 km from Augusta city – Maine – King’s Mall Shopping Centre – 09:00 a.m.

Hot. Today it’s extremely hotter than usual. It’s the 15th of June and the High School where I’m teaching has been closed for the summertime just 26…

I didn’t do much for I don’t know how long after I buried Gemma. Finally I knew I had to do something or I’d wither away. I didn’t want to go that way. I brought her damaged SUV in, hid it behind the second bunker and went hunting. I killed seven of the fucking ghouls. One was in the leathers of those fucked up State Troopers. I took my time with that prick, slicing off his dead arms and legs, leaving his head for last. I left the remnants for the wildlife. They had a right to eat. Having…

Death comes to us all. I don't much worry about that. I have always thought however that it is embarrassing to die stupid. To end up a casualty behind some little fragment of bullshit that I didn't know, or because I was looking at one thing when the smart play was watching something else.

I had made the trip to Gosport before. Usually with an eye toward a quick snatch and run. It's one of those typical backwater towns we have around here that had fifteen churches, one saloon,…

Family Ties

As the sun begins to rise and another zombie filled day begins I realize how close we were to the rest of my family. I pick up the C.B. “Frank….you copy?”

“What’s up boys?” he replies.

“We’re going to stray from the pack here,” I say. “I got something I need to know.”

“Copy that. Good Luck!”

I turn onto the nearest exit and on to County Road 73.

My grandparents owned a small farm not far from here and their house was always stocked with food and…

Recovery

My eyes slowly open to a deployed airbag and a sputtering engine. I lift my head to see a tree embedded in the front of my truck.

“God Damn It!” I mutter to myself as I turn the motor off. I reach for my radio and bring it to my mouth.

“Yo! Anybody alive out there?” A long silence follows. I sigh and get out of my truck to assess the damage. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. In fact there was nothing major, other than some bent bars and missing paint.…

In an old sci fi book called Dune the hero uses it as a mantra. Fear is the mind killer. Maybe if more people had read that damned book there would be more of us left. It wasn't the walkers or the runners that did in humanity. It wasn't even really the virus. In the end it was fear. People loved to scare themselves, or have others do it. The media, movies, even all the news ran on high octane fear. Everybody thought a seance was fun until a real ghost showed up, then it wasn't a game…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I nearly got myself killed today. I went on a scavenging run, the better to keep my supplies stocked and untouched. I passed my little gas station, there isn't much left of it now. Someone burned it to the ground. The rubble is blocking the access to the tanks, but I don't think much was left in them. I drove past on a loggers road, keeping off the highway. There's a small town about ten miles up the road. I made for it, driving slow, keeping my radio on - I'd caught some…

Imagine if all of your friends were dead. Sounds like a bad dream, right? Now imagine if in just a matter of hours, you were the only one left alive, and all of your friends that were dead came back, and they came back hungry. For me, this wasn’t a bad dream, but the bleak reality.

I never thought this would be how my life would end. Here I am all alone, barricaded in a high school government classroom. My friends and teachers, well the things that used to be my…

 So...we have alot on common, don't we? I mean if you're reading this...of course. Why, you ask? Because WE SURVIVED!! We were attacked by hordes of mindless flesh eating zombies when we least expected it, everyone we know and love is dead or going to die, and we are going to die. Religion is dead, money gone, marriage vows all gone...everything we once knew and lived for, gone. Yeah we have so much in common.…

I am the Unaccompanied, a survivor. I am loner, but I was not always this way... At the beginning of the outbreak I looked for the ones I loved, only to find them dead or turned... Once I realized that I could not seek out my loved ones or friends I wanted to build a team... I saw many of my new acquaintances killed or turned by those flesh eating monsters. Often the survivors I found were weak and slow. Sometimes putting me at risk. I was scared to…

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"They're no big deal."

"Okay..."

"They're slow. Just keep your pace up."

"..."

"Look, dude, I'm a junior this year. I got a girlfriend. I'm gonna need the room sometimes."

"So what do you do if they catch you?"

"You don't let them catch you. It's very simple. One of them comes towards you, walk away. They're slow, like I keep saying."

"Yeah, but if they catch you while you're not looking..."

"(sigh) You don't let them catch you. Look,…

Medical advice for the Campion Virus                           2/13/2011



1.Immediate amputation of limb with infection entry wound; If done right after being bitten, it should stop the infection. Be sure to use painkillers to ease the pain. You need 2 people to do this (preferably a surgeon) so that hopefully no veins or vital parts of the body are cut/damaged.…

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…

November 4, 2007

It all started as a joke a few years ago. When I told my friends I was looking for a plot of isolated land in the Idaho panhandle, someone quipped about "building my compound." I laughed once and said the cabin would be steel, concrete and sand reinforced, generators, fuel supplies, fallout shelter, and for added humor "a 15-foot high anti-zombie wall around the whole thing. 

Most of my close friends knew I wasn't kidding about the "compound"…

Pockets: "Hey there! I'm Pockets, and this is my twin brother Patch!"

Patch: "I can introduce myself damn it."

Pockets: "Right, sorry. Anyways, we're here to give you a few tips for survival in a zombie apocalypse!"

Patch: "Yeah, you'd better listen to them, otherwise you'll just end up like Dead Fred, our studio's resident zombie."

Pockets: "Umm....Didn't you kill Fred?"

Patch: "Yeah. That's the point."

Pockets: "Oh.....Right…