3/15/2009: Triumphant Return!

Dear Readers,

It's been almost a year since my last blog post. I tell you, it's been a crazy time. To start off, I almost got killed while on a supply raid. I still haven't found that damned CB radio I want.

My mistake was when I was looking for some food and bullets. I traveled to the local Wal-Mart, which is about a mile from my shelter. On a side note, I know that going to a place like Wal-Mart during these trying times is a stupid move, however, the surrounding buildings literally offer no food or other goodies whatsoever. I find blankets, and a couple of building implements. Other than that, everything is bare. Anyway, I managed to get to my destination unharmed. I had to kill maybe a total of 7 or 8 lamebrains on the way there, but nothing too drastic. (I pretty much snuck up on shamblers, no runners.) I ended up finding a back way into the Wal-Mart, and used my crowbar to break in with as little sound as possible. I got in and surveyed the area. No zeds in the lawn and garden department. I made my way to the medical supplies, and grabbed some first aid kits. Just a couple. I then ended up filling my backpack up with various foods, water bottles, and some clothing. I realized my backpack was filled to the brim, so I headed out with my treasures. As I was sneaking out, I noticed four shamblers blocking my exit through the back way. I pulled out my machete, and made quick work of the four. I was back outside again, and realized that I did need some fuel for the generator. I proceeded to head back into Wal-Mart, get a gas canister, and make my way back out the way I came in. I headed to the little "Murphy's" gas station. (It's the one that's ran by Wal-Mart, if you didn't know.) I began to fill up my container with a gallon of gas. As I was fueling it up, I was on watchman mode. Trying to keep my senses keen. Finally, the container was full, so I headed back home. It was hard to sneak with a gas container and big ass full backpack, but I managed. Well, almost managed. A runner spotted me. I have killed runners before, but I don't like even fucking with them. They're damned demons. First off, he decided to let out a loud shriek from his grotesque mouth. That damned noise was loud enough to alert every fucking undead menace to my presence within a 5 mile radius. I heard it echo! Second, he started charging at me full force. I had just enough time to drop my gas canister, and whack him upside the head with my crowbar. He ended up flailing towards me still, and we both toppled to the ground. He then tried to claw and bite at me. I fended him off with my crowbar. I was close to Eddie's apartment, but I didn't see him at all anywhere. I didn't want to yell out "help!" or anything because then I would alert more zombies to my presence that would be added to the ones that heard the runner's call. So, I silently fought my adversary. I ended up being able to somehow flip him off of me, and crush his skull in from a few blows using my crowbar. When I stood up, I was fairly horrified. The undead that heard our scuffle had basically surrounded me. There were about, I would say, 10-15 undead in a circle heading slowly towards me. I took out my beretta, and prepared for my assault.

I rang off a few shots, and actually managed to kill a few of my opponents. I then quickly climbed up on top of a car. I holstered my beretta, and took out my machete. I began to hack down towards the zombie heads that were surrounding the vehicle. I then heard a gun shot ring out from behind me. I looked, and saw Eddie fire off a .44 magnum. He had come to my rescue, and was heading towards me. After killing a couple of the zeds, he got on top of the car with me. He then realized that he only had 3 shots left in his magnum. He decided to use them on the zeds between us and my house. After that, he took out a baseball bat, and we fought our way to my "castle". We were able to go around back, and get in through the back door. In the scuffle that we had, I ended up fine. Eddie was bitten.

Since he's been bitten, I've managed to doctor up the wound a bit. He seems fine, and we've both been staying well fed. I still have enough food in this house to last us both at least four months. We've looked out my windows at night, and the undead have my home completely surrounded. I would like to say there are 50-60 zeds out there, but that is a very rough estimate. They keep multiplying as each day progresses. We could be doomed. Eddie's rifle is back at his apartment, so it's of no use. I've given him my beretta to use when he wants to kill a few from the backyard, but we've basically stayed inside. We've played a lot of poker, and we were finally able to find a radio station with limited talking. It's a talk show of sorts that stayed on air, and the host is basically giving us a rundown of his experience with the menace before us all. It's quite entertaining and refreshing to know that there are more people than just us going through these rough patches.

Well, I must go to bed now. It is currently 7:36am, and I must get a tad bit of rest. At least a couple of hours before I have to wake up. Our job all day is fortifying what has become OUR home. Since the undead are growing exponentially around the house, we need to make sure they can't get in even if they manage to get over the fence that is blocking them off for now. We also plan to fortify the fence, which is risky as hell, but will be worth it in the end. I bid you farewell, readers! May God help us all!

Question of the Day (Actually, a two part question this time!): Have any of your loved ones been bitten, died, or turned during this period? If they turned, did you have to execute them?