Saturday, July 31, 2010
I spent all day yesterday on the look out for zombies. I’m kind of afraid to move from here since that massacre the other day. I don’t know where all those zombies went. As I stared outside, I was thinking about what my world should be like. I should have graduated from college. I should have a job. I should be hitting the bars looking for girls. I should be spending Sunday’s watching football. I should be able to go home and visit the family. I should be able to go to the movies on the weekends with my friends. I should be able to sit down to a nice hot meal. I should be able to take a nice long bath. I should be able to go to the store, and buy some new clothes. I should be able to use the bathroom like a normal person. I should I should I should! It is so frustrating knowing what should have been.
It finally happened. A zombie attack. Thankfully not on me, but I was a lot closer than I wanted to be. I just woke up from a nap when I heard some screams. Nights are always more dangerous than days. I was lucky not to get caught napping. I crawled over to the window and looked out. This apartment building was raided by zombies. They apparently went through the windows. The screams were horrible. A couple of people made it out, and were being chased of course. One started in my direction, but was tackled before getting here. I got an up close look at the zombies ripping this person apart. I am not sure how they decide when to kill someone, or just wound them leading them to becoming a fellow zombie. Well, this person wasn’t going to be a zombie. They tore his legs off. One of his arms. Just biting and biting into him. Blood was pouring out. Pieces of him scattered all over the place. Not sure why they didn’t pick up my smell. Maybe because I haven’t taken a shower in a long time. Also I was going through the garbage in the morning. Garbage seems to work I guess. The zombies seemed like they got everyone because most of them strolled slowly out after the screams stopped. Not sure if those few others that made it out found safety. The way the people are around here, I doubt anyone helped them. Not that I helped either. I stayed on the look out for the rest of the night. The zombies just kind of roamed around. I am not sure what they were doing. So many of them were covered in blood. Clothes barely still attached to them. Many of them wounded. Probably how they became zombies in the first place. Sometimes you can tell the difference between the people that became zombies from being attacked, and the people that became zombies from the vaccine. I am not sure, but the ones that were attacked seem to be more aggressive. I think
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Saw some people today. Went up to this building’s door and tried to open it. They freaked out and started yelling. Once they realized I wasn’t a zombie, the craziness turned to anger. They cursed at me, and told me to get lost. They weren’t taking in any more strays. Think someone pulled a gun too, but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out. I have had enough of guns to last a lifetime. Still feel eyes watching me. I guess they aren’t so friendly around here either. What ever happened to people helping people? Oh well, I’m one to talk. I am happy to be by myself for now. Just me and my journal.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
No home yet. Dangerously staying in stores. Roaming streets. I can feel eyes watching me as I walk around. I am taking it slow. I don’t want to fall victim to any more crazy people. No zombie sightings yet, but I am getting that feeling again. It is only a matter of time. There are people around, and they are staying hidden for a reason. Back on the look out now.
Finally back to a city. Glad I got past all those damn little towns. I don’t know what is crazier, dealing with zombies or those insane hunters. Hopefully that will remain a thing of the past. Now I need to find out how safe it is here. So far my experiences have told me that big cities equal lots of zombies. There are usually people hiding somewhere too. I am realizing that the longer the world remains like this, the more desperate people are becoming. I guess supplies and food are starting to disappear, or people are just getting anxious about it. Maybe I can make a home here for at least a little while. I am not sure if I should go back to trying to stay in one place as long as possible, or just keep moving. I guess I will just see what this city tells me to do.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
I drove as far as that car would take me, and then I found the next, and the next, and the next. I don’t think anyone followed me. It was like I broke out of jail. I tried to take a route that they hadn’t gone down, but I knew I wasn’t safe until I found areas that weren’t cleaned out. I finally found some stuff to eat and drink, and get me on the way. I have no idea what I left behind. If anyone survived, I’m sure they would hunt me down just like they hunted those zombies. I can’t look back now, I just have to move forward or everything I did will be for nothing. I wish I knew what was going on out there in the world. Radios and TVs don’t work. Phones neither. I try when I find them, but no luck. The last time I saw TV was a news piece at a hospital. It started off well, but then went horribly wrong. The reporter was interviewing a guy in bed when all of the sudden a guy came flying out from the curtain behind them, and jumped on the guy. He started biting and clawing at him. The reporter tried to be brave and jump in there to save him, but that was a mistake. The reporter got thrown off the bed, and he slammed his head against the side of the table. Probably broke his neck. What I never understood was why the cameraman kept shooting. Or why they kept showing the craziness. They didn’t stop until the zombie apparently took out the cameraman. The last thing I saw was a view from the camera on the floor shooting the feet of the zombie running into the hallway. I heard one last scream, but they went back to the studio. Wow, those were two stunned newscasters. For once, they didn’t know what to say. Like me sometimes. Being all alone. Sometimes there is nothing to say. I just stare at the wall, at the sky, or into the distance. Nothing to say, do, or think. Sometimes nothing to even write about. I just stare at the page. Or sometimes I just try not to think about all the horrible things that have happened.