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Sunday, 10 October 2010

Day 6

Day 6

    They say your first impressions can make or break a relationship between two people. That's definatly true right now. I can finally guarantee that there will be no form of relationship between me and the undead. They are slow moving, and from what I can gather, completely brainless. They ramble around slowly, bumping into and biting everything, testing it. They seem to be able to avoid each other though, as if there is some unseen brothership between them. Their appearance is ghastly. Their skin is tinged with grey, giving me hope that not many have died, but also regret that it could be because there is nothing more to eat.
     Many of them have deformed bodies, arms missing, bullet holes throughout their chests. It's a horrific sight, the one I saw. There must of been at least fourty of them, between me and the Co-Op. I guess me and Ben go hungry for yet another day. Tomorrow, I'll need to fight them if they're still there. For Ben's sake.
     The news speaks that the virus in Australia has had practically no effect, but it has since reached China. I have no doubt in my mind that once in China's cities, all hell is going to break loose. I guess there is a God, and I guess he is Australian.

Saturday, 9 October 2010

Day 5

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     Finally got back. I left the diary downstairs as I went upstairs, and had my first encounter with one of those deathly beings. I didn't see it exactly, but as I was sat observing from my window (I didn't see anything of interest), I heard loud banging coming from the door. It kept up for practically most of the day, and I decided to try to sleep. I can't say it did me any harm sleeping on my actual bed as opposed to my sleeping bag. When I awoke the banging had ceased, and I crept back down into my dungeon.
     Took Ben for his walk, decided to go simply in the garden as opposed to anywhere else. I'm going to need to venture out to get some food tomorrow, NOT looking forward to that. I guess I'll take a peek from upstairs again, before making my way to the Co-Op.

Day 4

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     Heading upstairs to check things out soon. Not much happened so far, the news has stated that the infection has reached Australia, and they're pinpointing an airport as the source. I pray for the Kangaroos.

Day 3

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     On my second trip upstairs, I noticed what I thought was missing... Everything! My house has been burgled from what looks it like, a good few times. This brought hope that maybe the undead aren't the ones bumping around upstairs, until I spotted pools of blood around the house. That sent shivers down my spine, the blood was dark and reflected my look of horror, adding to it. I retreaved a Machete I had stored in the shed, aswell as my carving knife. I really, REALLY, hope I don't need to use these, but with my limited ammo...
     I made sure I brought back a good five tins of dog food for Ben, and instantly opened two of them for the poor dog. He must of been starved since he wolfed down both of them pretty quickly. Drank a fair amount too, I have a sink with hot and cold water taps. I'm a little worried about his dog business, though, maybe I should take him for a quick walk, just to get things cleared up. Metaphorically.
     The news speaks of a new World Defense of the Threat of Biological Creatures, or the W.D.T.B.C for short, which has been set up from rebel, and from what I can gather, slightly more moral, factions of the world's armies. The only army that doesn't have renegade soldiers fighting in it, is our own. I guess the ones that didn't stick with the army, are already dead. The WDTBC has pretty much single handedly taken control of the entire Manhatten island, and has begun work on heavily fortifying the islands borders. They already evacuated everyone there. A miraculous feat if you ask me.
     Their leader is apparantly some rich billionair with an enthusiasm for life, a quality I think we should all currently be grasping. He's been stated saying that 'The Army is foolish in England, stay put, stay safe, WE will find you' and boy I sure do hope he's a man of his word. I'm deciding to stay as put as possible, as opposed to heading to Portsmouth. Lisa still hasn't picked up...
List of things to do:
1: Take Ben for business meeting.
2: Phone Lisa more.
3: Make way to second story of house, view through window situation. (I should do this before taking Ben out)

Day 2

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     Turned out things DO go bump in the night! Or morning, to be more accurate. The time is 4am, and there are frequent and sometimes loud bangs coming from upstairs. I think it's one of those rare times when you actually hope it's a burgler you can hear, and not an axe hungry murdurer. I get those times a lot. I've come up with a solution to my first problem, getting my gun locker open. If I remember correctly, there should still be a crate of building supplies, including a hammer and chisle, just outside of the barricaded door. It's still outside, but it's not 3 rooms away. It'll need to do for now, unless I think of something else. I'll write more when I wake up, that's if I ever get to sleep again.
     Plan successfull! I got the crate of supplies. I waited until I heard no sounds for a good few minuets, before darting out and in again. While up there, I saw little actual damage done to the house, the window was broken, but aside from that, I didn't notice a lot out of the ordinary. I do seem to recall something missing though, but I didn't have time to think about it. The padlock on the locker took quite a lot of hard hitting before it popped open. It made quite a racket, but either I'm too far underground, or the undead are just too far at this moment, since I heard nothing from upstairs.
     The guns I had were few and came with little ammo. In total I have about 30 shots, which I hope I'll never need to use. The first gun is a Glock 18. It has only one clip of 15, but it's high power should suffice. The second is a USP .45, which comes with two clips of 8. It's got a little more power than the Glock, but it's recoil can be a bit of a problem when firing multiple rounds. Spent a good 2 hours checking each gun and its parts, oiling the mechanisms and practicing the firing system. I have no experiance in actually firing a weapon, but I've played enough video games to understand the basic concept. Aim, and fire. Preferably in the head or heart for a money shot, or knees to incaticipate.
     Tried phoning girlfriend Lisa a few more times, to no avail. I can only hope she's safe. I need to think of a plan to get more food for when the time comes, I've reduced my estimate of four days to three, since a lot of the food I aquired won't last long in these conditions, and although I'm trying to consume those first, it's not going to help much. The nearest store is a Co-Op that's just down the road. I can hope that nobodies looted it yet, but it's a vain hope, because I know that if I had more time, I would of already. I can also hope that the store owner isn't there, because I have no money. Not that it's the store that's as much a problem as getting to it.
     The T.V has only three channels running now. One of which is a pirate broadcast that started the same time as the outbreak. It speaks mainly information regarding what to do during this time, but it doesn't really give us much information as to how to do it. 'Be sure to stock up on lots of food!'. Oh the irony. One other channel is still broadcasting its non-live shows, mainly sitcoms. The last channel is a news channel, so far the infection has spread as far as Birmingham, but has not been spotted in any other countries. The rest of the world is busy preparing their borders, too busy to help us apparantly. Our own military is, much to my dismay, not searching for survivors, but instead creating a base of operations, and calling for survivors to make their way there, by any means nessecary.
     How I'm meant to make my way down to Portsmouth, I don't know. But I'm going to have to think of something, else tough it out alone. A prospect I doubt even the luckiest of people would want to look forward to. Another issue I've noticed, is that I left all the dog food upstairs! I really need to give Ben a good meal.
List of things to do:
1: Phone Lisa.
2: Search upstairs for other rudementary weapons.
3: Find dog food.
4: Look around for other broken areas of house.
5: Phone Lisa again.

Friday, 8 October 2010

Day 1

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I've decided to keep this diary, in the hopes that one day it might be found, made into a novel, and some lucky bugger makes a killing off it. That's assuming some lucky bugger ever survives this. It's been 5 hours since the attack 'officially' started, or at least, was first broadcast about. I don't know what happened precisely, but now there are ghouls running the streets and infecting anything and everything that isn't already dead. To be fair, that's all I need to know, I'm not a PHD in science, I wasn't even that good a student, but I knew what to do as soon as the shit hit the fan, and I'm still alive so far.
       Name's Tim. I'm not a tall man, around 5 foot 7, I'm a lean build though, which creates an interesting contrast. I have long hair, which curls up. My house is a simple two story house on a small street in London, although due to the large basement which I split into several rooms, it's a lot larger than it seems. Has a nice garden too, with a shed I built that's always served me well. Got a pet dog named Ben, he's a Golden Retreaver, aged 4. He's a good dog, been with him since a puppy bought back when I was 19 as a house warming present to myself. Not that I really have much hope of keeping this house now, since I know I can't stay here forever.
       At the first reading of the news on the T.V, I instantly started creating a barricade to the one door that leads to my basement. Years of surfing the internet and watching movies gave me a heightened sense of paranoia, and since this is happenening, I'm not really sure if that's a bad thing. Currently writing this from the makeshift living space I built. It's got a T.V and computer, along with basic internet access and, more importantly, a phone. I've already contacted most of the people I know. My brother John in America says that the virus hasn't yet hit there, and that Mum and Dad are with him. He seems well enough, and if I had one person in the world I would bet on surviving this, it would be him.
       I currently only have two issues. The first is finding a way inside of the locked gun locker I have. I know it's illegal in this country, but whoes laughing now? The man with the gun is! Well, will be. Once I figure a way of opening it. The keys are upstairs, and I've heard a few shady bumps coming from the barricaded door. The second issue, is food. I went shopping a day before all this, but I could only get so much downstairs before I started hearing explosions and screaming. I live pretty close to the center of the city, and since that's where it broke out, it only took a few hours before it had reached my area. I estimate I've got about four day's worth of food here, which is dissapointing. I was hoping to at least stay here for two weeks, by that time I hoped the military would have a good rescue system set up. But I guess that plan's out of the window.
       Going to try to get some sleep, knowing that I might never wake up. It's a strange feeling, but the fact I know my family is ok is a great help. I just wish my girlfriend would pick up next time I phone...

So I decided to do this thing...

Decided to write a random Zombie Diary. Reasoning: None. If you're reading this, my plan is that you will enjoy it. If you're not reading this... wat?
Anyway, the plan is to get at least a day a day done, maybe more if I find myself bored or just with more time that I know I should have on my hands. Unfortunately my plans have a habit of going south, and when they go south, they like to go camping for 5-6 days. By the time they've come back, it's been a week. So expect a day a week.