day 2 wolf creek

day 2 wolf creek

i wonder if i should recount things a little better. i wonder if i should tell you that the first zed i killed was a young child. it moaned, and clawed and scrabbled at my truck window. i swung upon the door, ramming it back....i...yeah, i...let it come up on me, it grasped my leg, tried to bite..it tried so hard, i gave it a chance, i did. one strong swing from the tire iron, its blood swelled out of the skull like a small spring. it fell to the ground. it twitched, squirmed. i could see bulbous pieces of its brain between the scalp and tissue. it reminded me a bit of intestines trying to escape a gutted animal. the second zed was its mother. she had a tit hanging out of her ripped shirt, and her throat looked something like out of a werewolf movie. strips of flesh hung down in patterns of three. the blood was crusting around her whole chest. she lunged for me..i didn't give her the same chance as the child.

her corpse lay next to her offspring.

i call him little willy.
little willy's mom.

may the rest in better peace than i found them.
this proves god is dead
this proves man's power is dead
we killed ourselves.

i am going to go do inventory on my supplies.

the dogs are going to go out for a bit with me...i can't bear losing them, but they need to stretch their legs.

my cb tag is X.

contact me.