Thread: Survival Diary

Dec 7, 11:30 pm.

I'm alive... barely. I regained conciousness to find a younger guy reading my journal. He didn't see me at first, so I took a quick assessment. My shirt was soaked through with blood, and my left sleeve was missing.. it looked to me like the kid tried to bolster my bandaging (he told me he did when I asked him).. and did a fair job of it. The bleeding stopped, but I've lost a lot of blood and am very weak. On the up-side.. I was able to remove the tourniquette without bleeding out. Must be the crazy witch thing just knicked the artery and didn't sever it completely. That's a fucking relief.

The arm's weak though, so trying to use the shotgun is not an option for now. That's fine.. I've given it to the kid. His name is Ficet... and the fucker never seems to stop smiling. But then, that's ok.. I'm smiling myself. I'm alive, and I've got someone to watch my back. Things are looking a little better.

He told me how he came to be here.. and an amusing story about a hamster... that stupid hamster that nearly got me killed.

I do feel bad for stomping the shit out of the kid's hamster, but then, he seemed to have the same opinion of the thing (Chippy was his name) as I do, and isn't terribly upset.

We've agreed to stay here on this roof for the night.. it seems to be relatively safe. Although every time I think that, my eyes stray to the corpse of that stick-thin girl-monster in her tattered undergarments. ..nothing is as safe as it seems.

I decided to ask Ficet if he'd throw her body over the edge of the building. He refused, and just dragged her out of view. He (wisely, in retrospect) felt throwing her from the roof might attract unwanted attention.

But now we are two. He's got the shotgun.. and he even attached his funny make-shift "bayonet" to it (what the hell, right? It's worked for him so far) and I've got the two pistols.. though I can only really use one right now. I'll have to make it work. But we have food, we've still got some first aid supplies left... and a nice little fire to sit by.

All we need is marshmallows...

He's agreed to take the first watch, so I'm gonna close this up now and get some sleep. There'll be time enough for writing if we last through tomorrow.

Dec. 7th. 9:00 PM

Things have been getting bad. Frag and Lucky didn't want to leave Tick's place but we had too. He wasn't doing anything and who knows where Flea is, I don't think he's coming back. Getting drunk sure isn't getting us out of this mess so we needed to leave. I had to tell the other two I had a plan so they'd Tick's, sure wish I actually had one. It's my watch for another couple hours, were hold up in some shitty apartment for now. Lucky is up next , maybe I'll get some sleep tonight.

Dec. 7th Midnight.

Aw fucking shit! I knew I shoulda thought this through more. Lucky ditched during his watch. We thought that he'd been killed until I realized Frag's gun was missing. We'll take a leaf from Lucky's book and travel by night. No use staying put without any firepower. I need a plan.

Dec. 8th

We're heading back to find AK-99, maybe he'll have some ideas. At the very least he'll have equiptment.

We walked all night to get back to where we stashed the 4 wheelers. With one AR-15 and 60 rounds, we'll need them.

the quads are ready to go. Looks like lucky didn't mess with them. We're going to straight shot it too Ak's, keepingto the wilderness until we need gas.

I guess these things are zombies. I never thought they'd be real before so this is a startling realization. From what I know about "zombie outbreaks" were probably fucked.

Dec. 8th

We've made some good distance today, and we even found a farmhouse in the woods. Place was filled with dead zombies, even two of those big wide bastards. The place was empty except for a dead radio and a new shotgun fo Frag, full auto of course. We grabbed some ammo and headed out. Looks like whoever was in this house last made it out okay, judging by the mass of tire tracks out front.
Maybe there is hope......

**Comment** Sorry guys, this is a long one.. **end comment**

Dec 8th,

Ficet and I decided traveling in the day time was the best option. We weren't sure how these things' eyesight was, but we knew WE'D see better in the daylight.

The sounds through this city... they're enough to drive you crazy.. and we heard some shit we'd not heard yet. There's always an undercurrent of scrabbling, shuffling and moaning noises. ..you almost get used to it. But there's new sounds too. We heard this strange screaming.. the way it echoed around the buildings, we couldn't pinpoint it, but I'd swear it was coming from the rooftops.. and it seemed to move.. quickly. Something out there has a bad cold too. Or a tickle in its throat. Randomly, as we moved through the streets, we heard this strange raspy coughing.  ..and then there's the belching zombie, or whatever it is. Sounds like a cow with gastrointestinal issues.

We did learn something about how these things see, though.

I was taking point as we moved through the streets and abandoned buildings. Doing my best "army guy" crouch-walk, like I see them do in the movies, I moved along the walls of the buildings, checking every doorway and corner, while Ficet trailed behind, watching our six, and keeping eyes on the windows and rooftops. It was slow going.

We passed by a small diner, and that's when I saw them; two zombies just... hanging out in there. One had its arm up against the wall, resting his head on his arm.. and was puking on the floor. He acted like he'd had one to many cocktails. The other one shambled in a circle, not really paying attention to anything.

I raised my hand up and motioned Ficet to a stop, putting my finger to my lips, then pointing at the doorway. He stopped, but managed to kick over a glass bottle laying in the street. It didn't break, and wasn't too loud, but it was loud enough for the closer of the two zombies to hear.  And it turned and looked right at Ficet... through the wall. It wasn't just blindly looking in the direction of the sound, either. As it moved around the counter and tables, it's eyes never left Ficet.. staring him straight in the face!  

I motioned in its direction, pointed my first two fingers at my eyes, then pointed at Ficet. It sees you.  I stepped back from the door way, and as it came and turned towards Ficet (the damn thing completely ignored me), I sank the cleaver into the back of its neck. The blow severed its spinal cord and it dropped like a stone. I crouched and tried to pull the blade out, but it was caught into the bone. The other zombie noticed me and came at me. I pulled out my pistol and shot it... and surprised myself by nailing it right between the eyes. ... ah adrenaline..

It was a mistake, of course, as Ficet's wide-eyed "why the hell did you do that?!" look told me.

Because then the screaming thing hit me. ..and now we know what the things screaming from the rooftops are.

I've described these zombies as being fast. This thing made them look like turtles. It hit me in a blur, and as it landed on me, a hand shot out and shoved Ficet away. It moved like an animal, but looked similar to every other zombie we've seen, but that it was wearing a hoodie... and had claws. The claws weren't as sharp and dagger-like as the waif's that attacked me yesterday--more like a dog's nails--but they cut flesh none-the-less. The thing straddled me, pinning me to the ground and it started clawing at me frantically. Got me good in the face and arms as I tried to fight it off.

For the second time in a 24 hour span, Ficet saved my ass. He's incredibly clear-headed, that kid. Instead of blowing it away with the shotgun, alerting even more of the things to our location, he calmly walked up and executed a near-perfect buttstroke to its face. It staggered back, and Ficet stepped over me, following it, calmly swinging the butt of the shotgun repeatedly into its head. It finally staggered back into the wall of the building and the kid raised the butt of the shotgun to shoulder level, and smashed it right in the nose... which caved in its face.

After he helped me up and we used the rest of our first aid supplies patching up my cuts (I look like a fucking mummy!) we felt it best to get the fuck out of dodge.

It was an hour later when we heard that familiar crying.

I nearly wet myself when I caught the first echoes of it. If he hadn't heard it too, I might have doubted it... it was EXACTLY THE SAME as that girl's crying yesterday. We stopped and listened to it, trying to discern where it came from.

Which was a good thing or we might have missed the spraypaint on the street. It was the same picture of a house with a cross in the middle that I had used to mark the safehouse I had found 2 days ago. I don't know if someone saw that and decided to use that symbol as well, or if it was sheer coincidence.. but there it was, the same symbol, with an arrow pointing at a hardware store down the street.

..and the witch.

And fuck me, it was the same fucking witch. I mean identical. The same skimpy dressed, skeletal, crying girl I saw on the roof. Complete with claws... and there she sat, right smack in the middle of the street.

We decided to sneak by her. We made our way up the left-hand side, careful to make no noise. That is until we were practically on top of her.. then of course it was MY turn to kick something. A stupid chunk of broken-loose concrete. I hooked it with the toe of my shoe and it went skittering, right up to the witch and stopped an inch in front of her.

She started shaking and screaming, and her head bagan to come up, seeking out who disturbed her. And once again, I froze.

And that's when Ficet--calm, cool Ficet (fucker has ice-water in his veins)--walked right up to her, and as she looked up at him, shot her point-blank in the face.

Which was great, but that a few stray bits of shot that didn't land in her face, head and neck, hit the car behind her... and set off the car alarm.

Word to the wise... look for the telltale red blip of a car with an active alarm, cuz it'll call every zombie within three freaking blocks down on your head.

They came from everywhere.. and we ran like hell, straight for the store, straight for that reinforced door.

They're still banging on it out there, making all kinds of racket.

We're gonna wait them out.. and either spend the night here, or try to go farther today.. we haven't decided yet.