Day 12
I am highly suspect of Awesome, she seems to be almost too nice and too well off. She claims to of driven here the day before, but there was no sign of a car that I've seen. Almost just to add to the mystery, there are four locked cells and I swear I heard noises coming from one, but Awesome completely denies it. I'll need to look into this for the safety of my other two companions, but for now, I'll leave her be.
I searched around the compound surrounding the back of the Police station, found a few handy things. A set of four flashlights, some flares, a tazer (I wonder if it will even have any effect on the undead...) and, far more importantly, another box of shells for my shotgun. Upon inspection it appears to be of a Russian model, whatever it is, it kills undead and that I'm happy with. There was a shooting range in which Laura spent the better half of today in, I'm not sure if I should be proud of her amazing shooting ability, or disturbed about it. Whichever the case, the look in her eye was one that sent shivers down my spine, she didn't like this place, I could tell.
The one walkway up to the roof has been prepared, there's a large safe which is tied via rope to an overlaying girder. All I need to do is cut the rope and the door won't be opening again for a very long time. The door itself is a robust steel prison door, so I'm really just going a little over the top. Still, I wouldn't want to need to fight those things close quarters.
Tomorrow, I'm going to go on a food run. Even if I don't completely trust Awesome, I still consider the two children safer with her than with something greyer, and hungrier.
Sunday 14 November 2010
Tuesday 12 October 2010
A more reasonable update time.
A more reasonable update time.
Since I need to work on 4 days of the week, I'll aim to do at least one day per Friday/Saturday/Sunday.
No time to write more. I will kill you all one day. Caio.
Since I need to work on 4 days of the week, I'll aim to do at least one day per Friday/Saturday/Sunday.
No time to write more. I will kill you all one day. Caio.
Monday 11 October 2010
Day 11
Day 11
No, don't worry, we didn't all skip a day. It was spent preparing and leaving the house. I didn't have time to write anything yesterday, we were travelling all day, and for most of the day I was carrying the smaller girl. I can't keep referring to her like that, so for the time being I'm going to call her John. For comic effect. We left the house quite late, at around 5pm. It took the rest of the day just to prepare. I don't know if I made all the right choices, but I'm here now. I am.
When we left we each had our own missions. Laura had one of the guns, being the most mature of the two girls, and one backpack filled solely with dog food. John was brining the dog, and I had a backpack filled with food, supplies and I had the USP 45, with about 10 bullets. Part of me felt sorry as we left the home I'de slept in for the past three weeks, but part of me felt the thrill of adventure. We had sorted a simple route to the police station:
Follow my road to SS street.
Follow SS street to Awesome street.
Turn off Awesome street at Nut street.
Finally walk Nut street till Rush street, on which the police station is a mere 5 minuet walk through back allys.
A simple enough route for simple enough people. We began to move easially enough, but right away we encountered more of my favourite word, problems, on SS street. There must of been at least a hundred of them littered all over it. I started to sweat at this moment, and we hustled along to the nearest back ally we found. I knew the general lay of the area, so I was fairly confident that unless Rush street was also covered, I should be able to make our way there, assuming we don't run into more issues. We ran into more issues.
We walked down the ally to the end, and found ourselves on Sonda street, a small street with only 8 houses lining it. Lining those houses were more undead. At this point I figured that practically all street is going to be like this, and so we should stick the back allys as we had done before. But there was an issue with my god like plan. The nearest back allyway was blocked, by a green-grey demon. His arms were missing, and he only had one leg. The smart me would of made my way around him, but unfortunatly, the smart me hasn't existed for ten years. I estimated that with one simple kick, I should be able to unbalance, then jet past the felled creature. And proceeded to do so, quietly sneaking across the street, stopping about three feet from the creature, it was deadly still.
I took aim at its leg, and sprinted forwards, should I of taken a moment to think, I would of noticed the half-open bin bags in front of it, and I wouldn't of kicked it, it wouldn't of crippled and fallen straight onto them, and empty cat food tins wouldn't of rattled all over the street. It would of saved me from a lot of problems. Said problems instantly turned and started lumbering towards us, including one that was hidden from view from within the ally. I didn't have much choice. I took aim at its head, and fired. John screamed as a spray of blood played artist along her small face, along with mine. I didn't have time to argue about my clothes bill, so I simply picked the girl up and continued running down the ally.
The sound of the undead moaning from every direction is a sound I'm going to have haunting my nightmares for years to come. No remorse, no mercy, no life. Just a monotone grumble of guttural sound. I grimaced and tried to block it out, just keep running, I told myself. The police station is sanctuary. The police station is home. I took a sharp turn left, and the dog lead stretching across my arm from John's hand gave me a nasty burn. No time to think about that. Laura was right behind me, if I stopped running with her this close, she would run head first into me. Too bad that a brainless corpse doesn't care for social etiquette. He swung round, and I stopped on my heels. Laura, miraculously, avoided me completely, landed on one knee, and before I could even see what was happening, I heard a gunshot and the infected laid still. I still don't completely understand how this girl of 16 learnt to shoot like that, but she simply looked up at me and smiled. Onwards we went, around more back allys. John was seeping tears into my chest, causing me to fear even more. Imagine my surprise then, when yet another undead in front of me was dispatched with ease by this pink haired girl. I felt somehow safer knowing she was around. We proceeded around two more corners, and in front of us laid more dead undead. I mean literally dead, their heads a ball of pink mist, blood all over the walls. I didn't have time to stop and think, I shut my eyes and pushed myself over the dead bodies.
Around two more corners, more dead grey bodies, another corner. Again I was forced to stop on my heels, in front of us, packed into a small meter wide ally, were at least twenty undead. Their eyes as dark as the ooze issuing from one of their mouths. I consulted Laura on what to do, she pointed past the nearest of the undead, into one of those old fashioned basement style doors, which we promptly sprinted for. I kicked the nearest undead out of the way, and it let out a howling scream. I called to Laura, who turned and somehow caught the small girl I just threw at her, turned and barred the gate, all within a matter of seconds. I'm marking that down as my most bad ass moment, ever.
The doors were getting a good going over, they wouldn't hold for long. I thought I heard gunshots, but I couldn't be sure, what I was sure of that we weren't safe here, and we couldn't stay here long. I looked around for signs of non-life, but I didn't find anything. Instead I saw a much more worrying sight. In my haste to leave the house, I had left behind the two knives I had found, and laying in front of me, was a dead body, an axe lodged in its head. I tried hard to ignore it, and instead made my way behind it. Whoever's basement it was, it wasn't a very safe one. Not only was the door already splintering, but behind the dead body laid a canister of gas, right next to, God our savour, a shotgun of a model I don't know, and at least thirty shells. I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and started praying. Despite the fact I'm not a praying man.
I decided against logical data to give Laura the second hand gun, I didn't feel like subjecting a small girl to murder just yet. I sat and consoled the girl for a few minuets, until the crying stopped. It was time to kick some ass. The door was in bad shape. There were arms already thrown through it, and it was buckling pretty badly. I decided that this tea party was over, and pushed the gun up hard against the fractured opening. I called to the others to look away, before looking away myself, and pulling the trigger. An unholy boom shattered the remains of the doors, and blood rolled in through the stairs. I didn't want to stick around and find out what else was going to start rolling in through the doors, I motioned to Laura before kicking the shattered doors open and ducking. Three shots fired, three quiet thumps on the ground. I ran out, and saw carnage. Carnage I caused, carnage I will try hard to forget.
Most of the rest of the trip went smoothly enough in comparison. By the time we reached the deserted Rush street, Laura said she had just four shots left, and I couldn't count how many I had while running. The action of turning to grab ammo from my backpack and place it in my gun had left a big mark on my arm, but I ignored it. We reached the entrance to the police station with only two more problems between us and it. I decided to conserve shotgun ammo, and let Laura take care of them. The door was steel and locked shut. At first my heart sunk, until it opened for us. Inside we found yet another woman. I'm a real babe magnet aren't I?
Her name was Lisa Awesome. Not my Lisa, but none the less the memory brought pain to me. Is she all right? I might never know. Lisa insisted we called her Awesome, and I've got no complaints. She's around 5 foot 8, and has short blonde hair. She's 22, apparently. Is this what it feels like to be a pimp? Run up to every girl I meet, and beg their name and age? I didn't ask if she's found any weaponry in here, as all three of us fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up, I saw the other girls still sleep on the hard floor, complementary covers placed over them, police logo branded. Awesome was still sitting by the door. Glock 18 in hand, at first I thought it was mine, until I saw at least then full clips by a bag full of food. I asked her story, she didn't want to say, and I didn't feel like probing any deeper than her telling me she had been in the police station for the past day, alone.
The police station is well stocked with ammo and food. There's an upstairs area with an open roof that looks over the top of most houses in the area. Tomorrow I'll set about barricading the one door way up to it, then I'll think of, what next?
No, don't worry, we didn't all skip a day. It was spent preparing and leaving the house. I didn't have time to write anything yesterday, we were travelling all day, and for most of the day I was carrying the smaller girl. I can't keep referring to her like that, so for the time being I'm going to call her John. For comic effect. We left the house quite late, at around 5pm. It took the rest of the day just to prepare. I don't know if I made all the right choices, but I'm here now. I am.
When we left we each had our own missions. Laura had one of the guns, being the most mature of the two girls, and one backpack filled solely with dog food. John was brining the dog, and I had a backpack filled with food, supplies and I had the USP 45, with about 10 bullets. Part of me felt sorry as we left the home I'de slept in for the past three weeks, but part of me felt the thrill of adventure. We had sorted a simple route to the police station:
Follow my road to SS street.
Follow SS street to Awesome street.
Turn off Awesome street at Nut street.
Finally walk Nut street till Rush street, on which the police station is a mere 5 minuet walk through back allys.
A simple enough route for simple enough people. We began to move easially enough, but right away we encountered more of my favourite word, problems, on SS street. There must of been at least a hundred of them littered all over it. I started to sweat at this moment, and we hustled along to the nearest back ally we found. I knew the general lay of the area, so I was fairly confident that unless Rush street was also covered, I should be able to make our way there, assuming we don't run into more issues. We ran into more issues.
We walked down the ally to the end, and found ourselves on Sonda street, a small street with only 8 houses lining it. Lining those houses were more undead. At this point I figured that practically all street is going to be like this, and so we should stick the back allys as we had done before. But there was an issue with my god like plan. The nearest back allyway was blocked, by a green-grey demon. His arms were missing, and he only had one leg. The smart me would of made my way around him, but unfortunatly, the smart me hasn't existed for ten years. I estimated that with one simple kick, I should be able to unbalance, then jet past the felled creature. And proceeded to do so, quietly sneaking across the street, stopping about three feet from the creature, it was deadly still.
I took aim at its leg, and sprinted forwards, should I of taken a moment to think, I would of noticed the half-open bin bags in front of it, and I wouldn't of kicked it, it wouldn't of crippled and fallen straight onto them, and empty cat food tins wouldn't of rattled all over the street. It would of saved me from a lot of problems. Said problems instantly turned and started lumbering towards us, including one that was hidden from view from within the ally. I didn't have much choice. I took aim at its head, and fired. John screamed as a spray of blood played artist along her small face, along with mine. I didn't have time to argue about my clothes bill, so I simply picked the girl up and continued running down the ally.
The sound of the undead moaning from every direction is a sound I'm going to have haunting my nightmares for years to come. No remorse, no mercy, no life. Just a monotone grumble of guttural sound. I grimaced and tried to block it out, just keep running, I told myself. The police station is sanctuary. The police station is home. I took a sharp turn left, and the dog lead stretching across my arm from John's hand gave me a nasty burn. No time to think about that. Laura was right behind me, if I stopped running with her this close, she would run head first into me. Too bad that a brainless corpse doesn't care for social etiquette. He swung round, and I stopped on my heels. Laura, miraculously, avoided me completely, landed on one knee, and before I could even see what was happening, I heard a gunshot and the infected laid still. I still don't completely understand how this girl of 16 learnt to shoot like that, but she simply looked up at me and smiled. Onwards we went, around more back allys. John was seeping tears into my chest, causing me to fear even more. Imagine my surprise then, when yet another undead in front of me was dispatched with ease by this pink haired girl. I felt somehow safer knowing she was around. We proceeded around two more corners, and in front of us laid more dead undead. I mean literally dead, their heads a ball of pink mist, blood all over the walls. I didn't have time to stop and think, I shut my eyes and pushed myself over the dead bodies.
Around two more corners, more dead grey bodies, another corner. Again I was forced to stop on my heels, in front of us, packed into a small meter wide ally, were at least twenty undead. Their eyes as dark as the ooze issuing from one of their mouths. I consulted Laura on what to do, she pointed past the nearest of the undead, into one of those old fashioned basement style doors, which we promptly sprinted for. I kicked the nearest undead out of the way, and it let out a howling scream. I called to Laura, who turned and somehow caught the small girl I just threw at her, turned and barred the gate, all within a matter of seconds. I'm marking that down as my most bad ass moment, ever.
The doors were getting a good going over, they wouldn't hold for long. I thought I heard gunshots, but I couldn't be sure, what I was sure of that we weren't safe here, and we couldn't stay here long. I looked around for signs of non-life, but I didn't find anything. Instead I saw a much more worrying sight. In my haste to leave the house, I had left behind the two knives I had found, and laying in front of me, was a dead body, an axe lodged in its head. I tried hard to ignore it, and instead made my way behind it. Whoever's basement it was, it wasn't a very safe one. Not only was the door already splintering, but behind the dead body laid a canister of gas, right next to, God our savour, a shotgun of a model I don't know, and at least thirty shells. I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and started praying. Despite the fact I'm not a praying man.
I decided against logical data to give Laura the second hand gun, I didn't feel like subjecting a small girl to murder just yet. I sat and consoled the girl for a few minuets, until the crying stopped. It was time to kick some ass. The door was in bad shape. There were arms already thrown through it, and it was buckling pretty badly. I decided that this tea party was over, and pushed the gun up hard against the fractured opening. I called to the others to look away, before looking away myself, and pulling the trigger. An unholy boom shattered the remains of the doors, and blood rolled in through the stairs. I didn't want to stick around and find out what else was going to start rolling in through the doors, I motioned to Laura before kicking the shattered doors open and ducking. Three shots fired, three quiet thumps on the ground. I ran out, and saw carnage. Carnage I caused, carnage I will try hard to forget.
Most of the rest of the trip went smoothly enough in comparison. By the time we reached the deserted Rush street, Laura said she had just four shots left, and I couldn't count how many I had while running. The action of turning to grab ammo from my backpack and place it in my gun had left a big mark on my arm, but I ignored it. We reached the entrance to the police station with only two more problems between us and it. I decided to conserve shotgun ammo, and let Laura take care of them. The door was steel and locked shut. At first my heart sunk, until it opened for us. Inside we found yet another woman. I'm a real babe magnet aren't I?
Her name was Lisa Awesome. Not my Lisa, but none the less the memory brought pain to me. Is she all right? I might never know. Lisa insisted we called her Awesome, and I've got no complaints. She's around 5 foot 8, and has short blonde hair. She's 22, apparently. Is this what it feels like to be a pimp? Run up to every girl I meet, and beg their name and age? I didn't ask if she's found any weaponry in here, as all three of us fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up, I saw the other girls still sleep on the hard floor, complementary covers placed over them, police logo branded. Awesome was still sitting by the door. Glock 18 in hand, at first I thought it was mine, until I saw at least then full clips by a bag full of food. I asked her story, she didn't want to say, and I didn't feel like probing any deeper than her telling me she had been in the police station for the past day, alone.
The police station is well stocked with ammo and food. There's an upstairs area with an open roof that looks over the top of most houses in the area. Tomorrow I'll set about barricading the one door way up to it, then I'll think of, what next?
Sunday 10 October 2010
Day 9
Day 9
I've had a small brainwave. The police station. I don't plan on calling for help, if needs must I would swing the little girl for a weapon. (That was a joke. I'm not sick. The dog maybe.). Instead if we can make our way there, we might find a well more weapons, and I know it's a few defended place. The door is made of steel if I recall right, and there's only one way in that I've seen. Aside from my little idea, there's not much else we did today. The final T.V station went out, but not before releasing a short clip of some guy saying 'Hide yo kids, hide yo husband'. I didn't really understand it.
Out of sheer boredom:
Tim:
Height: 5 foot 7
Age: 23
Haircolour: Brown
Hairlength: Long and curly
Special Skill: WeildingBed Ben as a Canine Sword
Laura:
Height: 5 foot 10
Age: 16
Haircolour: Pink. I know. Pink.
Hairlength: Medium cut
Special Skill: Inhuman survival skills
???:
Height: About 4 foot 6
Age: ??? (Bet: 10)
Haircolour: Brown
Hairlength: Long and straight, past her shoulders.
Special Skill: She will 'silence' the undead.
It's now 11pm. There's constant banging on the door. I don't know how they found us, but this banging defiantly isn't human. Nobodies getting any sleep today, if it's still happening tomorrow, I guess it's time to leave this sanctuary.
I've had a small brainwave. The police station. I don't plan on calling for help, if needs must I would swing the little girl for a weapon. (That was a joke. I'm not sick. The dog maybe.). Instead if we can make our way there, we might find a well more weapons, and I know it's a few defended place. The door is made of steel if I recall right, and there's only one way in that I've seen. Aside from my little idea, there's not much else we did today. The final T.V station went out, but not before releasing a short clip of some guy saying 'Hide yo kids, hide yo husband'. I didn't really understand it.
Out of sheer boredom:
Tim:
Height: 5 foot 7
Age: 23
Haircolour: Brown
Hairlength: Long and curly
Special Skill: Weilding
Laura:
Height: 5 foot 10
Age: 16
Haircolour: Pink. I know. Pink.
Hairlength: Medium cut
Special Skill: Inhuman survival skills
???:
Height: About 4 foot 6
Age: ??? (Bet: 10)
Haircolour: Brown
Hairlength: Long and straight, past her shoulders.
Special Skill: She will 'silence' the undead.
It's now 11pm. There's constant banging on the door. I don't know how they found us, but this banging defiantly isn't human. Nobodies getting any sleep today, if it's still happening tomorrow, I guess it's time to leave this sanctuary.
Day 8
Day 8
All aboard the Tim Train. Next stop:... I legitimately have no clue. But another 'problem' has flown happily into my little underground nest. I heard banging on the door, not undead banging, but quick, purpose full bangs. If that didn't tip me off, the voice of 'Let me in!' did. Another girl, a little older than the previous, apparently saw us moving towards the house. She refuses to explain how or why she was alone out there, but I can see her clothes are blood stained. Poor girl, I would hate to know what happened to her or her parents. She' around five foot ten, which annoys me greatly, has shocking pink hair, and deep blue eyes that have already seen things that a man of one hundred should not of seen, her name is Laura Jargon. The younger girl has long brunette hair, and is short. She still hasn't spoken a word, but she smiles and laughs whilst playing with the dog.
More problems. Everyday problems. My life's just one big problem after another. Only the pirate station is running now. The other stations are all on the emergency broadcast that went out yesterday. As if to say, right, no more communication. I haven't even tried using the internet yet, but I don't hold too much hope. This is turning into a list...
1: T.V is out
2: Phone lines are out, mobile still works
3: Internet probably doesn't work
4: I have three mouths to feed
5: There is no room down here
6: Oh yeah, everyone is dead and walking. Forgot about that one.
Got food for maybe another two days. Out of all of this, one thing I can say that is really getting looked after, is that damn dog. Two meals a day he's on. I might need to cut it down a bit. Space is a real issue, I'm currently laying on the floor writing whilst the girls sleep in the two sleeping bags. I have more sheets upstairs, but I don't think we can stay here long enough to make them of any real use.
Weird upside: I'm surrounded by girls!
No really I'm just going crazy.
All aboard the Tim Train. Next stop:... I legitimately have no clue. But another 'problem' has flown happily into my little underground nest. I heard banging on the door, not undead banging, but quick, purpose full bangs. If that didn't tip me off, the voice of 'Let me in!' did. Another girl, a little older than the previous, apparently saw us moving towards the house. She refuses to explain how or why she was alone out there, but I can see her clothes are blood stained. Poor girl, I would hate to know what happened to her or her parents. She' around five foot ten, which annoys me greatly, has shocking pink hair, and deep blue eyes that have already seen things that a man of one hundred should not of seen, her name is Laura Jargon. The younger girl has long brunette hair, and is short. She still hasn't spoken a word, but she smiles and laughs whilst playing with the dog.
More problems. Everyday problems. My life's just one big problem after another. Only the pirate station is running now. The other stations are all on the emergency broadcast that went out yesterday. As if to say, right, no more communication. I haven't even tried using the internet yet, but I don't hold too much hope. This is turning into a list...
1: T.V is out
2: Phone lines are out, mobile still works
3: Internet probably doesn't work
4: I have three mouths to feed
5: There is no room down here
6: Oh yeah, everyone is dead and walking. Forgot about that one.
Got food for maybe another two days. Out of all of this, one thing I can say that is really getting looked after, is that damn dog. Two meals a day he's on. I might need to cut it down a bit. Space is a real issue, I'm currently laying on the floor writing whilst the girls sleep in the two sleeping bags. I have more sheets upstairs, but I don't think we can stay here long enough to make them of any real use.
Weird upside: I'm surrounded by girls!
No really I'm just going crazy.
Day 8?
Only kidding.
You all thought I was posting day 8. You indeed are fools. I am posting simply to let people know I have added a list of followers to the site. This is more incentive for you to follow me. Because if you are not following me, I swear to god I will feed you to my pet Eucalyptus Tree when I complete my goal of world domination. Now away Jeeves! To the forest! *Leaps on butler's shoulders*
You all thought I was posting day 8. You indeed are fools. I am posting simply to let people know I have added a list of followers to the site. This is more incentive for you to follow me. Because if you are not following me, I swear to god I will feed you to my pet Eucalyptus Tree when I complete my goal of world domination. Now away Jeeves! To the forest! *Leaps on butler's shoulders*
Day 7
Day 7
The time is 4am. I've been woken by a huge explosion of in the far distance, followed abruptly by the sound of a jet flying by. I guess the military are active after all. From the window I can see the explosion clearly, causing a huge smoke column and there's quite a lot of fire coming from some obscured area. This is actually remarkable luck, as it's drawn all the lumbering bodies towards it, and now my street is clear. The first stroke of luck I've had in almost a week. I tried phoning Lisa again, hoping she was running some kind of different time schedule to me, but I guess not. Still no answer. I've not been completely honest with my diary so far though, she isn't strictly my girlfriend. She was, until the day before this whole thing started. We argued, and she left me. I still worry for her though...
I left for the Co-Op at 1pm. I saw nothing around, and I decided that I should leave well before it gets dark. If I ever need to fight these things, I've decided I should at least be able to see them. I left Ben behind for fear of him barking and attracting a lot more attention than I've ever wanted, but I did bring my USP with me. I didn't think I would have the guts to use it, but if I was going to die, I might as well die looking like a bad ass. And hey, there's always the off chance that Ben would learn to use guns and come across to gather the one I left behind. Ben's a smart dog. I'm going crazy.
The trip went uneventful enough at first. I simply trudged my way over, turning to every sound I heard. I got there after what seemed to be at least an hour, but in reality was more like five minutes. The Co-Op itself was in pretty bad shape. It had three huge plate glass windows at the front, all three of which were broken, and there were traces of what I hope was tomato soup on the serrated shard edges. The door was perfectly okay though, which I decided to use. Inside it was not what I expected. The large shelves had all been stacked together, facing the windows, creating a make-shift barrier. All expect for one, which had been knocked over. More tomato soup.
I've never seen a dead body before, I've been near to one, at my uncle's funeral, but never actually seen one. So imagine my surprise when I climb over the felled shelf, and find at least thirty corpses, all mishapen, broken and more importantly, not human. It's not a sight I will soon forget, but it's still not the worst to come. I was wondering were all the food was, and I found out. At the back there was a large freezer. Inside, I found problems. Large, big, annoying problems. Problems that take time to fix. The first of which, was the seven foot wall of a man, his eyes black and his skin grey. Behind him, the mangled and unsavoury corpses of at least four men and one woman. I would of turned and ran then. I would of. But I heard something. I wasn't sure what, but I was sure it was something. If I had any common sense, I would of assumed it was the infected, but alas I stayed. I'm not a bad man, just a short one.
I raised my gun, with a very unsteady hand, yet spoke surprisingly calmly. I asked the undead if it truly was dead, and I said, if it wasn't, I am going to shoot it. It breathed a deathly breath, and at first my guard was lowered, but then it took a step towards me, and half from surprise, I pulled the trigger. The bullet travelled straight through the beings chest, leaving an obvious hole in it. I felt triumphant. Until it merely looked at the wound, then continued towards me. Franticly I fired more shots. I have no clue where I hit, but it stopped moving and keeled over after four or five.
I had officially committed murder, I think. Is it murder to kill something that's dead? Or is it simply a service to the dead? I don't know. I grabbed as much food as I could and started to leave, when I realised, at the expense of more noise, I could carry a lot more food if I took a shopping trolly. So I went about filling it up. I swear to god I had no idea where she came from. But, this girl, she was just standing there, still as a rock. No signs of life. I steadily took aim again. This time tears welled. Was I really about to shoot a girl of about ten? Really? Could I do it? I don't know. Because the girl started to cry, and slumped to the ground. I still don't know this girls name as I write this, she is eating from the other side of the room.
I'll write more when I know more.
The time is 4am. I've been woken by a huge explosion of in the far distance, followed abruptly by the sound of a jet flying by. I guess the military are active after all. From the window I can see the explosion clearly, causing a huge smoke column and there's quite a lot of fire coming from some obscured area. This is actually remarkable luck, as it's drawn all the lumbering bodies towards it, and now my street is clear. The first stroke of luck I've had in almost a week. I tried phoning Lisa again, hoping she was running some kind of different time schedule to me, but I guess not. Still no answer. I've not been completely honest with my diary so far though, she isn't strictly my girlfriend. She was, until the day before this whole thing started. We argued, and she left me. I still worry for her though...
I left for the Co-Op at 1pm. I saw nothing around, and I decided that I should leave well before it gets dark. If I ever need to fight these things, I've decided I should at least be able to see them. I left Ben behind for fear of him barking and attracting a lot more attention than I've ever wanted, but I did bring my USP with me. I didn't think I would have the guts to use it, but if I was going to die, I might as well die looking like a bad ass. And hey, there's always the off chance that Ben would learn to use guns and come across to gather the one I left behind. Ben's a smart dog. I'm going crazy.
The trip went uneventful enough at first. I simply trudged my way over, turning to every sound I heard. I got there after what seemed to be at least an hour, but in reality was more like five minutes. The Co-Op itself was in pretty bad shape. It had three huge plate glass windows at the front, all three of which were broken, and there were traces of what I hope was tomato soup on the serrated shard edges. The door was perfectly okay though, which I decided to use. Inside it was not what I expected. The large shelves had all been stacked together, facing the windows, creating a make-shift barrier. All expect for one, which had been knocked over. More tomato soup.
I've never seen a dead body before, I've been near to one, at my uncle's funeral, but never actually seen one. So imagine my surprise when I climb over the felled shelf, and find at least thirty corpses, all mishapen, broken and more importantly, not human. It's not a sight I will soon forget, but it's still not the worst to come. I was wondering were all the food was, and I found out. At the back there was a large freezer. Inside, I found problems. Large, big, annoying problems. Problems that take time to fix. The first of which, was the seven foot wall of a man, his eyes black and his skin grey. Behind him, the mangled and unsavoury corpses of at least four men and one woman. I would of turned and ran then. I would of. But I heard something. I wasn't sure what, but I was sure it was something. If I had any common sense, I would of assumed it was the infected, but alas I stayed. I'm not a bad man, just a short one.
I raised my gun, with a very unsteady hand, yet spoke surprisingly calmly. I asked the undead if it truly was dead, and I said, if it wasn't, I am going to shoot it. It breathed a deathly breath, and at first my guard was lowered, but then it took a step towards me, and half from surprise, I pulled the trigger. The bullet travelled straight through the beings chest, leaving an obvious hole in it. I felt triumphant. Until it merely looked at the wound, then continued towards me. Franticly I fired more shots. I have no clue where I hit, but it stopped moving and keeled over after four or five.
I had officially committed murder, I think. Is it murder to kill something that's dead? Or is it simply a service to the dead? I don't know. I grabbed as much food as I could and started to leave, when I realised, at the expense of more noise, I could carry a lot more food if I took a shopping trolly. So I went about filling it up. I swear to god I had no idea where she came from. But, this girl, she was just standing there, still as a rock. No signs of life. I steadily took aim again. This time tears welled. Was I really about to shoot a girl of about ten? Really? Could I do it? I don't know. Because the girl started to cry, and slumped to the ground. I still don't know this girls name as I write this, she is eating from the other side of the room.
I'll write more when I know more.
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