Saturday, February 27, 2010
I led them right to those people. They told me to go away, but it was too late. Those zombies probably killed them all. I knew I should have just left. They didn’t want me there. Told me to leave the second I got up there. Before I knew it, I heard them coming. Racing up the stairs again. They heard them too, and refused to let me in their penthouse apartment. I hate to say it, but lucky me. If they let me in, I wouldn’t be writing right now. It was scary though. I didn’t know what to do at first. I went down a floor and checked the other stairwell, but they were in there too. I didn’t want to go in the open apartment and get trapped there. The only other place to go was the garbage chute room. By the time I opened the door to investigate, I heard them enter the hallway so I was stuck. The only place to go was in the chute. It was hard to get through the hole. I wedged Louis up against the room’s door to buy me some time to get in the hole, and that probably saved me. It didn’t take long for the zombies to pick up my scent. They were banging up against the door, and I heard them finally open it. After that, I just heard them scratching the walls. I knew they would not be able to open the chute door. I braced myself because I did not want to slide to the bottom, and get stuck there. Some time passed and then I heard the screams. The same screams I have been hearing in my nightmares since. The zombies must have busted their door down or something. I thought they were well defended, but I think there ended up being too many of them. That is when I slowly slid down the chute. I don’t remember what floor I got out at. I just keep thinking about those people. All dead because of me. I think those were the zombies I was hiding from before. That was what they were doing. They knew there were people around somewhere, and I probably led them right to the people. I thought I covered my scent. I don’t know. The zombies are so persistent. After I got out of the building, I just ran. When I thought I ran far enough, I ran some more. Good reason because I was being followed. It was not long before I was fighting off zombies myself. Running and shooting. Used up all my bullets, and lost several knives. I’m in bad shape now. I have got to find some food, and more weapons. I searched several houses until I finally found a car and some car keys. It was not easy knowing any minute they would be coming in through the windows. I finally got this old truck to start up. I drove as far out of that area as I could. Problem is, I keep getting further and further away from anywhere I am familiar with. I am a North Carolina boy suck somewhere in the middle of Texas. I am not sure where I am, and even where I should go. I need to find another town soon because I am almost out gas. Between the nightmares and my nervousness, it is hard to sleep more than 30 minutes at a time, but all this writing is making me tired. Good because I need to sleep. I am surprised that I am even making sense at this point. At least I got a truck where I can lay out instead of one of those small environmentally friendly cars. A lot of good they did. Who cares about the environment now? The only pollution that matters is the zombies. If we could only get rid of them. Why can’t we get rid of them? Why? They just keep coming! They just keep killing! Why? Why? Why?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I have decided to go to the top floor mostly because I am curious about what is up there. Is there just one person, or dozens? Are they storing all of the stuff from all these apartments? Are they going to welcome me in, or kick me out? Leaning towards kick me out, which is why I am packing up everything. I am a little worried about where to go if they force me out of here. I usually like to have a plan before leaving. It is safer that way. Well, here I go. Good luck to self!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Forgot yesterday was Independence Day. I remember when my parents used to take Violet and me down to the Boardwalk to watch all of the fireworks. The fireworks were cool, but nothing beat the corndogs. What I would do for a corndog now! It was fun until one year a firework misfired, and shot straight into a woman’s eye. That would have been something to see. I am not sure what happened to her. Maybe it exploded on her eye, and caught fire. All I know is that my mom refused to take us out to watch fireworks after that. Wouldn’t mind shooting some fireworks off at these zombie bastards. Lock them up in a warehouse of fireworks, and light the match. Maybe we will shoot off fireworks again one day to celebrate our independence from zombies. That would be interesting. I think I have decided to confront whoever is sneaking around in the building. I just haven’t decided if I should try to catch them in the hall, or go straight to the top floor. I need to make up my mind soon.
I checked it out, and I was right. There is someone else here. The door was closed when I went down there. I didn’t try to reopen it. They must be the noise that I keep hearing in the hallway. The question is what do I do now? I don’t think they are friendly otherwise they would have approached me by now. Instead, it seems like they are keeping track of me. Maybe I should leave? It is obvious that they cleaned out the place. I am definitely low on food. Or do I push the issue, and seek them out?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
So I checked out a couple of floors yesterday, and there is something just not right. I went up and checked the 12th, and 13th floors first. Every door was locked except for one on each floor. I inspected those apartments, and found that they were about as empty as the one I was staying in. I decided to check out some of the floors I passed on a few days ago. I didn’t want to go too far down so I stopped at the 7th floor. It was the same thing. Every door except one was locked, and that one apartment was empty. I was trying to remember, and I think the apartment I was staying in was unlocked too. That is when it hit me. All of the open apartments were even numbered. After checking the ones leading up to where I was staying I noticed a pattern. The ending numbers were 2, 4, 6, 8, and then it would start over. Maybe I’m going crazy, and thinking way too much into this. No way, the 7th floor was 4, 8th was 6, 9th was 8, 10th was 2, and 11th was 4. Can’t be just a coincidence. The pattern continued to where I am now, which is the 14th floor ending in a 2. I think I am going to try to open one of the locked apartments, but not on this floor. The one below this one. Yea let me go do that now. Ok, after the usual struggle, I got it open. I checked it out, but nothing in there either. I left it unlocked, and wide open. I am going to test out a theory. I am going to barricade myself in now just in case. For the first time in a long time, I am actually looking forward to tomorrow.