A Short History of the Demise of Man.
I’m not alone
I’m not afraid
I’m not unhappy
Such a stupid ritual I have to say to myself every day; time and time again but
it’s all that’s kept me going since the
dead starting wandering about eating us.
It’s been three months now since I’ve seen another living human. I specify
living because even now the dead are outside scraping on the walls and letting
out their constant moan. I’d like to be able to give a detailed report on just
how this all came to be but it happened so fast I don’t think anyone really
knows the how’s and why’s of it all.
I’ll tell you what I’ve discovered about these things, I could be wrong but as
I’ve no one to compare notes with you will have to accept my observations.
They are most defiantly dead, you can smell them decaying, many carry wounds
which nothing alive could possibly survive. In fact you can behead them and the
head will keep right on trying to bite you.
To stop them you need to destroy the head, a well placed bullet is the safest
way but caving the head in with a heavy object works just as well, I prefer not
to be that close.
If you’re bitten you become one of them in less than 24 hours. I have no
medical knowledge but I presume this means it’s an infection of some sort. How
it started or where it came from is any ones guess. When it started I saw
people amputate a limb hoping to save the victim but every time it was futile.
I hear you saying; “well why not just keep away from them, they don’t move
fast”. That would be great if I could, but they are everywhere. I need to eat,
I need to have shelter, I need to scavenge. I just read that back and laughed,
oh how I wish I could hear you say that. I long to hear another human voice
that’s not coming from a media player of some sort. I’m sure there must be
other survivors out there somewhere but
I dare not venture to far from my stronghold, at night I scour the city for
lights but see none. Of course that’s a catch 22 situation, I don’t have any
lights on either for one simple reason; they attract both the dead and the not
so friendly living.
Shortly after the world fell apart the scum floated to the top. Gangs of all
kinds quickly took advantage of the situation; preying on the survivors and
looting more than they needed, leaving nothing for others. As if the walking
dead were not enough to deal with, these gangs quickly became the masters of
the chaos, then they too seemed to fade into the hoard of dead walking the
I’m getting ahead of myself though; my intensions here are to make a written record of the end of the world as I knew it. I found this
laptop computer just last week and
really had thought of it only as entertainment until I watched a documentary on
ancient civilizations on a DVD and they had commented that there was no record
of how many civilizations had vanished. It was then I decided to leave just
such a record for you dear reader to discover and understand. So before I go any further, please allow me
to introduce myself.
My name is William Koshenka; I’m 50 years old, my friends used to call me Bill.
I was a truck driver in my past life, sometimes a mechanic, sometimes a welder
and always since childhood; a hunter.
I’m not alone
I’m not afraid
I’m not unhappy.