tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75533037534593842352024-02-18T21:49:05.495-05:00The Dog Days in ZombievilleThis is the journal of Max Wagner. While fighting to survive, Max journalizes his new life in Zombieville. Learn about how the world became overrun by these zombies, what Max is going through to survive, stories from people he met along the way, and his former life. The journal will be tweeted piece-by-piece on Twitter first. Follow twitter name ddnzombieville to be the first to read the journal. The journal will be posted here sometime afterwards for easier reading, or for you to catch up.HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-90737965817115784642013-07-26T14:53:00.001-04:002013-07-26T14:53:03.996-04:00March 5, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Scouting a small town. We have been so cautious, and I
plan to keep it that way. No signs of the people, or zombs. A little longer,
and we will move forward. Probably have to go through the town to continue our
walk. Hopefully we can find something worth taking, and stay out of trouble.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-55960544374670710362013-07-19T13:09:00.002-04:002013-07-19T13:09:52.062-04:00Mar. 2, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Calling it the 2<sup>nd</sup> of March. March. March
like march right out of this state. I’m sure there have been plenty of famous
marches, but this won’t be one of them. All these cars on the streets, and none
of them will start. Just the usual cars either crashed, or just filled with
blood and guts. All dried up blood, and rotten guts. I guess there is no such
thing as a new car these days. We did do something fun, smart, and stupid. We
pushed a car to the edge of a hill, jumped in it, and rode it to the bottom.
Dodged a few cars on the way down. Hard to control though. Stopped by hitting
another car. Didn’t have major impact, but we still felt it. We might have to
vote on whether or not to do that again. Bikes would have been easier. </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-66322635639602172022013-07-12T12:45:00.000-04:002013-07-12T12:45:00.778-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It’s March!!! Maybe. Even harder to keep track when
you haven’t written anything in a long time. Weird writing again. Sorry to
ignore you journal. Trust me there were days I stared at you thinking I should
be writing. Just couldn’t do it. What? Yes, this means we finally made it out
of the forest. Found a road. Followed it. Then another. And another. Yes, lots
of wonderful roads. Actually found some signs, and might be headed in the right
direction to get out of this state. Maybe. It’s been a lot of tired walking.
Few zombs. I guess they are all in the forest. And no people either. Hopefully
I haven’t cursed things by writing again. Oh well, good to be back! </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-25826109325373652182013-06-01T13:39:00.000-04:002013-06-01T13:39:00.794-04:00Jan. 13, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This is the last time I’m writing until we reach some
place that isn’t in this never ending forest. I mean, we have been through the
mountains and hills, and then down a river and still can’t escape. It is almost
ridiculous at this point. And I thought I was lost the first week or so of
college. That was nothing. I can’t believe we have lasted this long out here. I
think Q agrees. He said he thought we should be dead by now. Especially after
that last encounter. So journal, this is it for now. Hopefully we get to talk
soon. If not ????????</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-40176313387187601342013-05-17T12:16:00.000-04:002013-05-17T12:16:00.021-04:00Jan. 10, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Holy shit. We almost died twice! Or by two different
creatures. Zombs and a motherfucking bear. BEAR. I mean I’ve hardly seen much
wild life period and the first thing we see is a bear. And a hungry one. We
woke up to the sound of it about to climb the tree we were in. I don’t know if
we were in its tree or it just smelled us. Q almost fell right out of the tree
when he saw it. James was about to shoot it, but I told him not unless he has
to. I didn’t want the noise to bring any unwanted attention. We did the old
throw branches at it trick, but that works better on zombs. Pissed the bear
off. Luckily we were close to another tree so we waited for it to start
climbing then we jumped, and climbed down the other tree. The bear didn’t
forget about us. It climbed back down, and started right after us. We ran as
fast as we could, and ran right into a pack of zombs. I think they were just as
surprised to see us as we were to see them. Too bad they didn’t know the real
surprise was what was behind us. I told the boys to freeze for a second. I
think the zombs were eating someone, but I’m not sure. They are usually quicker
to attack, but again maybe they were surprised. Distracted by something. I know
its crazy but I told the boys when I say go we run past the zombs. I turned and
waited for the bear. Felt like forever. Actually thought for a sec it stopped.
If that was the case, we would have been in trouble. Then GO! Just shoved our
way around the zombs, and kept going. No zombs or bear followed. Wonder who won
that fight. Maybe there is a zombie bear out there now. </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-17727893525455132562013-05-14T12:14:00.000-04:002013-05-14T12:14:00.404-04:00Jan. 6, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Back to tree climbing. Lots more noise in these woods.
Not sure what it is. We haven’t seen much. Time to move</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-79109160013989948042013-05-12T12:13:00.000-04:002013-05-12T12:13:00.345-04:00Jan. 4, 2023 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As we prepare to get out of here before any more zombs
hit the water, I have kept a close eye on the boys. Watching for any signs that
they are changing. Nothing so far. I wonder how long it is before I can forget
about this crazy idea. Q doesn’t shut up about why the zombs are in the water.
I think he wants to go fishing for some of them. Headed in the opposite
direction from where those people came from. Seriously don’t want to know what
they are up too.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-30464161115058118682013-03-22T12:03:00.000-04:002013-03-22T12:03:00.511-04:00Jan. 3, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Was thinking about it some more. No wonder that water
tasted funny. How many zombs are in that lake? I know we didn’t purposely drink
any of it, but might have swallowed some in the struggle to get here. Are we
only days away from being zombs now? Are we contaminated? Infected? Whatever
you call it! I haven’t said anything to the boys yet. Don’t want to scare them
if nothing is going to happen. On the other hand, is this it? </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-49296719879463577852013-03-20T14:03:00.002-04:002013-03-20T14:03:35.723-04:00Jan. 2, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Was having a good sleep until James woke me up. Saw
activity by the lake. At first we thought it was some zombs, but then realized
that it was people and zombs. Couldn’t figure out what they were doing until
they got on some kind of raft with the zombs. Crazy. They went out towards the
middle of the lake, and apparently dropped the zombs into the water. Why? They
returned and walked back into the woods. The strangeness never stops. Q kept
throwing out ideas, but I don’t want to know what that was about. I do know
that means there are people too close to us so we need to move soon. I don’t
want to be thrown in the lake.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-41107206023668097692013-02-15T13:51:00.001-05:002013-02-15T13:51:30.380-05:00Jan 1, 2023<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I don’t care if it’s really 2023 or not. Time is just
not important anymore. Expect maybe how long we have to live?</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-54256010214982560522013-02-01T20:00:00.000-05:002013-02-01T20:00:00.020-05:00Dec. 30, 2022<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I must have forgot about my last river experience. It
didn’t go well, and neither did this time. Q almost drown. It would have been
nice if he would have spoken up about not being a great swimmer. Freaking water
was cold. Refreshing but cold. And taste funny. It came out into a lake. This
must have been a nice place to fish in the summer. Not that I see many fish.
Boy would it be nice to fry one up about now. Found some small cabins along the
lake. A place to rest up and dry off.</span><!--EndFragment-->
HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-78310528995590727692013-01-20T12:00:00.000-05:002013-01-20T12:00:06.177-05:00Dec. 20, 2022<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Now we need something to go on the river. I don’t know
where it goes, but I want on. Tired of walking to nowhere!</span><!--EndFragment-->
HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-77706349635629098272013-01-19T10:04:00.002-05:002013-01-19T10:04:27.123-05:00<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">RIVER!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span><!--EndFragment-->
HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-53580212885847435712013-01-04T09:00:00.000-05:002013-01-04T09:00:02.268-05:00Dec. 17, 2022 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Boy did we end up in the middle of no fucking where!
There is nothing but TREES! Trees trees trees! Where is civilization? Or where
civilization once existed.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-13715821512802647822012-12-15T09:00:00.000-05:002012-12-15T09:00:00.828-05:00Dec. 15, 2022<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Why do all the places we end up have to be so much
work getting to and from them? Up and down trees. Up and down that valley. What
a walk. Still clueless about where we are going. There is just forest. Only
good thing is that we have been zombie free so far.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-17091448598793700922012-12-08T13:10:00.001-05:002012-12-08T13:10:04.723-05:00Dec. 11, 2022 <!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Up the other side of the valley we go. Hopefully this
valley puts some distance between us and them. So lost. Need to find somewhere
on the map so we can head in the right direction. What direction that is.</span><!--EndFragment-->
HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-52405210794408774902012-11-18T11:00:00.000-05:002012-11-18T11:00:00.226-05:00Dec. 10, 2022<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Uncharted territory for zombs no more. So weird. At
first they were all kind of standing at the edge cliff looking down here. I’m
not sure why we didn’t run, but we also stood and watched them. Then one
decided to try to come down, but it just fell and rolled. Then others waited.
Like they knew what was going to happen. Finally another tried unsuccessfully.
And another. We laughed. And laughed. Until one got up. Sort of. It tried to
stand then fell time after time. Then others started crawling. God do I hate
zombies. We had to go over there and put an end to them. Funny how some of them
lost body parts on the way down. Good thing we went down slowly. Can’t afford
to lose any body parts.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-56501577765898660612012-11-16T13:52:00.001-05:002012-11-16T13:52:09.855-05:00Dec. 7, 2022<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Fuck is it cold in this valley. Colder than sitting up
in those trees. Air just flowing right down here. Took clothes off the dead to
wrap up in. Smells but whatever. Everything smells. Bad. </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-76314882808499638152012-09-24T12:18:00.000-04:002012-09-24T12:18:00.072-04:00Dec. 6, 2022<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We have checked this place over and didn’t get much
from it. I tried to figure out where we are, but I’m not sure. Hidden town I
guess. We just have to go away from the direction we came, and keep going. Boys
are tired. Their advantage of youth has about expired with the limits of our
resources. </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-85480243597516199862012-09-22T12:17:00.001-04:002012-09-22T12:17:12.322-04:00Dec. 4, 2022 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Had a dream. A wave came down and flooded us right out
of the valley. The water dropped us right at the feet of zombs. I think one
actually said it didn’t like its food soggy. Then my mom appeared and said not
to worry. We would dry out soon enough, and make a good meal. I turned around
and realized I wasn’t the only one that washed up there. There were hundreds of
others behind me. When some decided to run, the water just brought them back. I
think when I got splashed again I woke up. I think I’m thirsty now.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-3876651869711162952012-09-09T12:00:00.000-04:002012-09-09T12:00:03.658-04:00Dec. 3, 2022<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">On our last legs we made it to a valley that was hard
to get down into. We decided to go down here cause we saw homes. Just a few but
all we needed was one. When we got down here there were bodies. Untouched. Just
dead. Most died of hunger. Probably afraid to leave. There couldn’t be zombs
here cause they would have eaten these bodies. That is a relief. However, it
also told us we probably wouldn’t find any food. There are no cars cause you
can’t drive down here. Not really sure how these people lived down here. This
will give us some safe rest, but we can’t stay here either.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-80243348285431436812012-09-07T15:50:00.001-04:002012-09-07T15:50:36.546-04:00Nov. 27, 2022 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Quick had the idea to break off as many branches as we
could. Then we would jump down on the attack. Didn’t really like the jump down
part. James added the idea to throw a few off in another direction to distract
them. Smart kids. So we did it. Could have picked better branches, but worked
well enough. Then it was marathon time again. </span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-61284347775762104942012-08-26T09:50:00.000-04:002012-08-26T09:50:00.292-04:00Nov. 24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--StartFragment--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">These zombs are determined not to let any survivors
escape. We tried to go down and they were right there waiting. They seem to be
more patient then we are.</span><!--EndFragment-->
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-86973932175676176892012-08-25T09:49:00.001-04:002012-08-25T09:49:54.203-04:00Nov 23, 2022 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt;">If
there was only a way to easily go tree to tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553303753459384235.post-57371192111293574592012-08-15T09:39:00.000-04:002012-08-15T09:39:00.815-04:00Nov. 20, 2022<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Exhausted. Still on the run. They keep chasing. Boys
now wish they stayed in tree house. Me too.</span>
HorrOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125276718207969599noreply@blogger.com0