November, 2014. 1:39 am
My name is Charlie Soprano. I'm writing this journal as an account of what took place in my life and my friend's lives up to this point in the Infection. I'm writing this as an account of what we've been through, what horrors we faced and still face, and what we won and what we lost. My God, what we lost...everything pretty much. Our homes. Our livelihoods. Our sense of normality. Some of us are worse off than others...most of us lost our families and other loved ones. As of now, all we have is each other and no living dead freak will take any more of us away from each other. We'll make damn sure of that.
(Set in:) October 2009
I for one clearly remember the day when my friends and I were just chilling in my basement on a rainy day, when suddenly the news pops on with something we only thought were nightmares (if I recall it was a Saturday in October 2009)....a zombie apocalypse, with a beeline towards Chicago. We make sure our parents are well informed and on their way..most people who believed this could happen were already making plans, especially when the whole St. Theresa bit began. The 9 friends with me gathered 3 others, all of us being very close knit and tight. We saddled up metaphorically and moved out. However, we didn't get very far...by this time Chicago was fighting a rapidly loosing siege with the Zed hordes. The group of us moved through the city and its chaos as best as we could, gathering supplies as needed. We ended up bunkering down in the central part of Navy Pier (you know, the building on the pier itself with all the shops and such). As a dark plus, by the time we got to the Pier we faced no competition, as the few survivors who joined with us offered no resistance. Also, there was the major factor of most of Chicago's population being evac'd or undead...anywho. We were safe for now, that was the main thing.
I suppose I should explain myself and my main group.
Myself, im a joke cracker but serious much of the time and especially when needed. I'm immensely loyal to my friends and I care for them deeply...especially now at the End of Days.
Paul. Oh what a unique person. Paul is without a doubt my best friend in the group. He too is totally loyal, always there with reassuring words and suggestions. A bit expletive, but then again we all are. He's what one would call large, but much of it being muscle.
There's Mic (pronounce Mike). Mic's the strongest one in the group physically, but not always mentally. Hey, don't get me wrong he's a strong willed, stubborn kid. Great to have in a fight.
My buddy Brian. He's without a doubt the funniest motherfucker in the group. Crazy loyal, also with a serious strategic side. Keeps our morale up, and we need that. He also has this odd luck about him--no matter what stupid shit the rest of us end up getting hurt doing, he'll come out perfectly fine. Hopefully his luck will rub off now.
Matt...probably the most trustworthy. Also loyal. Hahaha and he would be the closest fit for the term "Ninja" haha. Great to have around. He's also the nicest one of us!
Then there's Will, Mark, Phil, Adam, Con, Jed, Ryan, and Nicky. All of them are awesome, everyone's the best friends I ever wished to have. They all have their own unique-ness. I only explain in detail four of them, as those four have made the most impact on me throughout my life.
Now, onto our story...
So I've explained what we did in the start, but not HOW we did it. Actually, there's not much to tell. We encountered few undead during our sortie out of Navy Pier (which was reallllyyy weird and disturbing), those we encountered met their end with a sledgehammer, fireax, shotgun, pistol, baseball bat, arrow, or other random zombiekilling objects to the head. Unfortunately these weren't like Dead Rising zombies. And we were no Frank West's we had NOT covered wars! But we learned the tricks of the art of blowing undead shit up pretty quick surprisingly. Most of the zombies we blazed through were the slow shamblers, but eight out of around the forty or so we killed were runners. I HATED those! The worst part is there's almost no way to distinct them from normal shambelers, right up until the point they start trucking their rotting asses off right towards you. Luckily we got lucky and were able to take em out without too much extra trouble. Our plan once we were near the outskirts of the city was to "commandeer" a small RV, fill it to the brim with supplies, and head north towards upper Canada and/or Alaska. Hopefully vampires wouldn't be a problem...I prayed to God that 30 Days of Night was unable to happen. However, once you've seem zombies, you've seen everything.
November 2014. 2:43 am
It's my turn for watch, and then I plan to turn in right away. More will be written later, so long as we live to tell about it till tomorrow. Night.