I think last night is going to be one of my last nights here. Right now, I’m in a ten-story apartment building. Of course, I have barricaded myself in. Always have to secure the location. I have worked my way down from the tenth floor to the fourth floor. I am getting a little closer to the ground floor than I want to be. I have used up most of the resources in this apartment, food and clothing. There is another building a couple of blocks from here that I would like to get to. It is bigger than this one. It could make for a good home for the next couple of months. It could also be a death trap. You never know where these zombie dog creatures are hiding. This has been my home for a while now, but it wasn’t my original choice. There is one down the street that I tried to get into first. It seemed quiet going in, but ended up being anything but quiet. I think I made it up to the fifth or sixth floor when I heard them, and they heard me too. They came running to the stairway door, and started banging on it. I turned and took off back down the stairs. You never know when they will eventually get the door open. These were the kind of doors where you just had to push the lever to open. There was no handle, so I knew they would be inside the stairway quickly. I had just rounded the 3rd floor door when I heard the 2nd floor door slam open. I turned around, entered the 3rd floor hallway, and quickly looked for something to hold the door closed, but it was too late. They were already banging at the door. I knew there was another stairway on the other side of the hallway, so I took off. I almost made it when one of them came out of an apartment. It had apparently been eating something because it was drooling fresh blood from its mouth. I did not want to be dessert so I turned to run the other way, but the others had already opened the door and were racing towards me. I pulled my knife out, and turned back towards the one creature just in time. It was going right for my neck, but I was able to stab it right through the cheek. It was a lucky stab to be truthful. I didn’t have much of a chance to think it through. I pushed it to the wall, let go of the knife, and ran past it. I’m not sure if I got the knife to go all the way through its mouth to the wall, and I wasn’t going to stick around to find out. I made it to the stairway, and out of the building. I ran to a store across the street from this location, and hid until I thought it was safe to come into this building. I didn’t want to come into this building until I was sure they weren’t following me. It also gave me a chance to scope out this building before entering it. Wow, I wrote a lot more than I did yesterday. Maybe I will get the hang of this.
This 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.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
June 16, 2019
I guess I should start with my name, Max Wagner. I never liked writing, but I think this will help me keep sane. Not too many people to talk to these days. Wow, this feels weird, I don’t even remember the last time I had to write anything. I am not sure what to write about, but here I go. I guess I should start with what the hell is going on, not that I really know. It all happened so quick, I’m not even sure I could tell the story right at this point. I mean, it was just chaos. People got sick, people were dead, then alive again. But not alive like me. Changed. Like beasts or something. So many died… I think. I don’t know what you consider alive and dead anymore. It started with the dogs. Man’s best friend no longer. I guess it wasn’t their fault though. They started getting sick. It spread from dog to dog at first, but then some people started getting sick. I didn’t know people could get sick from dogs, but they did. Some kind of flu, or virus. It wasn’t much of a problem until people started dying. People panicked, they didn’t know what to do with their dogs. One of the family, no one wanted to get rid of their dogs. Some people even talked about killing them off, imagine that! That caused scientists to race to find a vaccine. I think it was about a year before a vaccine was made. Things were great after that. Pretty much back to normal.
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