Rob Morganbesser's Blog (12)

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…

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…

Surviving 10

It’s been three days since I got to Tryon. Other than the one zombie, ghoul, fucking dead piece of shit, I’ve been alone. I found where it got in. A tree fell and broke part of the fence. I spent the better part of a day cutting it up and repairing the chain link. I haven’t found any ammunition here, but there are plenty of building supplies, fifty-five gallon drums of water, clothing. A lot of it is old, but serviceable. I know that the chain link fence won’t do…

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’ve been too busy surviving to write. I had to leave the cabin. Those former state trooper bastards were looking, if not exactly for me, for the person who killed some of their people. I had to kill two more of them – in a world that’s falling apart – overrun by those dead fucks, I’m killing other humans. Do we deserve to survive? After I killed these last two, one with an axe, the other with my pistol, I realized they were in radio contact with their pals back in town. I packed up and left…

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…

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,…

Christ. I'm still shaking. It's got to be early or middle December. I've been keeping away from civilization. The newscasts are down although there's still spotty Cell phone reception and internet. I decided to do some scavenging... I killed two people. Not the ghouls, not the creatures... two humans. I didn't want to do it. I found a small gas station/grocery store. I popped the hatch where tankers fill up and started siphoning fuel when I heard some voices. It was a man and a woman. The…

I'm not sure what day it is. It may be just after Thanksgiving. New York City is gone. I've holed up in a small cabin just above the tree line. It used to be a nice area. Pine trees all about. I found it by accident. It was clean and empty. I've camouflaged my vehicle and am going to stay here a while. There are a few small towns nearby. I passed on a road, a logging track really. It was chaos. Shooting, looting and those things... the undead, rambling about in small numbers. Before the news…

Nothing good to write, just bad. I got out of NYC just in time, it seems. The military is blocking the exits from the city and the flu is breaking out everywhere. The news shows crazy, chaotic views of people being attacked by what the government and the press refuse to say are infected. As soon as I got out of the city, I stopped at a branch of my bank and cleaned it out. What good will money do during Armageddon? I stopped in a small town and bought more supplies including ammunition. I'm…

I waited for night to fall before I started packing to go. I have some nosey neighbors and I didn't want to have to be bothered with any unnecessary delays. CNN started to have some strange reports from the west coast. I tried to call Ted back, but only got a busy signal. I trashed my phone in case the government had any goons on the way. I carried my .45 as I started loading my car. It's a quiet, cool night with a bright starry sky. I took a deep breath of the air as I looked around. Other…

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…