Well, hello comrades, and anyone else who manages to read this, as we all know, not many of us are left in the planet, and many of those who are still immune have no common sense, but I understand, we are all trying to survive... at any cost.
I know, we have al lost it, we have all gon insane, but blame Darwinsm, for it explains why we´re acting like this, we have become the monsters, and not them. Sure, they will chase you, and once they reach you, they will hit you so harshly, and so violently, until you pass out unconsciouss, and can´t guard yourself... I´ve witnessed how my companions have fallen to them, in our many attempts to survive this wretched fate.
Now why am I alive, when my family, friends, and people I have met along have all perished, and joined the ranks of the undead?
Honestly, I can´t tell you why. However, I can tell you my story, and keep you updated on how my progress is going... if I´m still alive, or immune.
Well, I was born in the city of Aguascalientes, Mexico, and like many mexican immigrants, dreaming for a better economic stability, traveled to the USA with my parents... I was twelve years old at that time, and I don´t know how I managed to learn english so quickly.
Anyway, in 2007, when the virus striked in the US, I lived in Wisconsin, reports of the situation only reached our comunities, but no cases had been reported, just the common seasonal flu, and whatnot, but nobody expected it to reach such extremities. By October of 2007, the first cases of the virus were reported in the Milwaukee area, which I, lived in Racine, was not far from there. When I heard the reports in the night news, I knew that soon all hell would break loose...
By november, the virus had reached the town, and the first zombies walked in the night streets. At first, the newspaper printed police reports of may be 2, or 3 zombies being shot, and no menace was eminent. Unti a few days later, the tornado alarm echoed through the town, but the people thought it was just a test, since no clouds were on sight. The news broadcasted in every local channel, announcing an outbreak in all of central, southwest, and southeast Wisconsin, so people started to panic, and even my parents did. My father and I quickly drove to walmart, to buy some perishables, so we could hold in for a few months, but when we reached the store, there was a riot in the parking lot. We decided to go to another store, but the national guard was already in place, and forcing everyone to head home, and take shelter. So we went home, but my mother already had a rosary in her hand, and a glass of wine on the other, she had the bottle of alprazolam I´d take on the kitchen counter. Technically, my mom,¨ euthanize¨ herself before my dad and I, so she departed before us.. hell, sometimes I think she took the right decision, I´m glad she didn´t witness these events.
My dad, and I held at home for a few days, but I had to know if my friends were ok, so I took the car keys, a bat, and a switchblade with me. Didn´t take me long to reach my friend Nick´s house, luckily, the cellphone still worked back then, and he came up once we talked on the phone. I knew that bastard would be holding out with his sword collection, but he was running out of food already, and his mom, and little siblings had died in a traffic accident during the infection shop-rush. We thought of checking on Mitch, to see if he was stil alive, and lucky us, he was, once we reached his house, we found him in his room on the second floor, even though the bastard almost shot Nick with the unexplicable M16 he had with him, yet again, he always mentioned of a secret safe box his dad kept at the basement from the family for years. Nick had to checked on his girlfriend, but he knew that he could die during the attempt to try to drive across town to see her, so we both decided to go to my house, and loot the nearest Aldi on our way back there.
On our way to Aldi, an army humvee was driving on the opposite direction to where I was headed, but soon after, it made a U-turn and chased us, until he was able to cut me, forcing me to break. A typical army guy got off the truck, with a submachine gun on hand, pointed the thing at us and yelled, ¨Get ur hands where I can see them!´´ I put mine up immediately, but Nick didn´t, suddenly, I just laid my hands on the wheel, and drove away as fast as I could, almost running over the army dude, but he quickly got up, and mounted on the 50 caliber on his truck and started shooting at us. Luckily, he had no copilot, so he soon lost us out of sight.
We reached my house, with nothing but a good scare, and less gas than before, only to discover a crowd of infected in my back door. Somehow, they managed to break in, and murder my father... I guess, my fate didn´t lay there, so we silently approached a zombie, and slit it´s throat with one of NIck´s fantasy blades, we were already engaged in combat with them, so with the katana he let me borrow, we slayed the zombies, only leaving pools of blood in my backyard.
We went into the house, grabbed all the food, grab some clothes, and I kissed the corpse of my mother on the forehead before departing in our little hyundai sonata.
Only armed with sharp katanas, and daggers, we drove down the interstates, until we reached Chicago, where the chaos was tremendously abnoxious. Lucky for us, gas was no worry just yet, until we reached Missouri.
We stopped on a gas station, to see how we could activate a pump, however, the entrance of the store was barricated. Nick had the idea of drivng the car into the door, I thought it was a bad idea, but what did I have to lose? Well, yes, the car, but I did it anyway. The car smashed through the glass door, and the stocked chairs and talbes blocking the entrance, when a man with a double barrel shotgun appeared before us, his face was filled with rage, so I tried to reason wtih him, ¨look sir, we only need some gas and some food, and we will be in our way¨ said I, but he responded with a grieve tone, ¨Get out of here you scum piece of shit!¨as he was ready to pull the trigger, and I thought I´d soon would be dead, Nick somehow sneaked behind him, and slit his throat. I could not believe what I had seen, my best friend, murdering a man, ¨it was either you, or neither of us, and that fucker would´ve taked my katanas... fuck that!¨ said NIck with a smirk, I guess he enjoyed it, but I was shocked. We looted the store, filled bags with lots of food, and I found a .45 revolver, shotgun shells, and another shotgun behind the counter. We quickly left the scene.
Texas, was a total shithole once we got there, on the highway, the bodies of rotting army men were hanging on the brick walls of the blockades, and birds ate off the remains of the corpses. We had to manually push some vehicles off the road so we could get across. The good thing was that those dead soldiers had left their guns and ammo there, I mean, is not like the dead can do anything with them.
We drove for another four hours because I thought of crashing in an upcoming motel, I was tired of sleeping on the rigid carseats. Surprisingly, the motel was not locked, or anything, but rather, the managers office had a door to his own house that was connected to it. In the living room, a family laid on the dinning table, already rotting, and with maggots floating on their eye sockets. Nick grabbed one of the courtains, and put it on top of the whole family.
As night came, we barricated the entrances, and windows with the sofas, and wood from chairs, and tables.
I was trying to sleep, but the worry of being eaten alive wouldnt allow me, so I was awake. When I finally managed to gain so drowsyness, a loud noise alerted me, I picked through the windowm only to see a vasr crowd of zombies heading towards the house. I woke up Nick instantly, and asked what was happening, ¨theres a shitload of zombies coming, get up, and get ready¨ said I. i quickly load up on weapons, Nick dressed up, and loaded himself with weapons as well. It really seemed like out of a George Romero´s film, but it was actually happening. The zombies quickly took action, and tried to break our barricades, we shot the bastards with the shotguns we had taken from the gas station in missouri, but we only had 60 shells. Those shells lasted a good 15 minutes before we ran out of them, even though those goddamend zombies kept coming, our barricade was holding.. until our last shell, thats when they started to break through the wall, windows. We only had the katanas with us, so we had to fight those bastards with them. The blades cut, and slayed through their flesh, and limbs flew everywhere, but that wasnt enough, we had to escape from that house at that moment, or consider that place our grave. We went upstairs, and jump off from a window to ground level where the zombies where more scattered. We had to put up a small fight before reaching the car safely, even though I had forgotten to lock the car for some reason, it made it easy for our escape.
We drove until we reached Dallas, it was time to gas up, and in that gas station where we stopped, we were ambushed by a group of rednecks, who mocked us, and called us dumb yankees.. ironic... I´m mexican... anyway, we were outnumbered, and they had some big guns, so we couldnt do anything. They hit Nick on the back of his head with a shotgun, and he dropped on the ground unconciouss, they hit me the face, and kicked me in the ground, but I played dead, so they´d stop. They tied me, and left Nick like that.
I dont know how much time had passed, but they threw us in a dark ladies bathroom, I couldnt do anything, only think how I could get our katanas back. Nick woke up after a while, and asked what happened, ¨they hit you, I played stupid, now I´m tied like a pig, and you only have a concusion to deal with¨, said I, with my akward sense of sarcasm still intact, ¨I think they thought you were a lady cuz of your long hair, and want to rape you¨he said as he smiled at me, I smiled back, and told him to go to hell.
Since Nick wasn´t tied, and he surprisingly kept a small pocket knife in his undies, he cut the ropes from my wrists, and feet.
We picked through a window, and saw it was dark already, no rednecks on sight, so we heard a shot, and a yeehaw from one of them, as the mourns of undead approached the scene. The rednecks were fighting off the infected, and we took that chance to recover our weapons. We got out through that small window, and sneaked into the store where the rednecks where holding up, Nick had found the katanas, and passed me a twinky, but as I caught that soft yellow cake, one of them came up behind Nick, and hit him in the face with his gun. I sprinted towards him, and stabbed him with the katana blade, he dropped dead cold on the ground, as his bloody hands where sliding down my abdomen. I helped Nick up, and suggested to help the undead with the rednecks, he agreed. I grabbed the 9mm from the redneck, and shot the first one on sight, Nick sprinted towards another, and cut of his head off his shoulders with the sword, one guy was left, as he pointed his submachine gun at NIck, I shot him in gut, once he laid sitting on his knees on the ground, and came towards him, and finished him off with a headshot. We took the weapons, and searched the store for ammo, we found plenty, an M16, M4, AK47, combat shotgun, another 9mm, and plenty of ammo for those guns. As we were exxiting the store, the zombies already laid on the ground munching the flesh of the men we had killed, but the zombies, even though they saw us, they didnt attack us, I guess it was a sort of a thank you for helping them with their prey. The rednecks had a pickup truck on the back, and they keys were on the redneck I had killed first, Nick took them, ¨Martin.. I dont want to do this, but I have to know if my family in Florida is well... ¨Nick said, as tears wanted to drop from my eyes, I resisted, ¨OK man, I understand.... good luck¨. We hugged the way we always did, with our right hands shacking, and our left arms around each others back. The was the last time I saw Nick..... I just had to make my way to Mexico now....