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Old 04-11-2009, 04:53 PM #1
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Zombie book I have been writing. I was inspired by the Book Day by day Armegeddon.

Hey guys. Well, its written in journal form. . . .here goes. (by the way, I did actually start writing this with the intention of giving it to my friends and having them enjoy since, it has several references to where I live, to my friends' familes, etc. But please, let me know what you all think thus far. Its pretty long. I really hope you guys enjoy it.
:EDIT: Just finished pasting (for the last 10 minutes) what I have so far. When Im finally done wit it, it'll be literally twenty times the length of all this and probably even more. Please let me know what you all think. Constructive critisism is gladly welcomed

Saturday: November 22, 2008
5:14 pm

Well, this isn’t something I would usually do, but I recently decided to start writing a journal just for the sake of it. Eh, where to start? Oh. . . . Well, woke up today to my dad yelling at me from in the kitchen to come eat breakfast. Me being exhausted and annoyed, yet hungry, I walked slowly down the stairs, just like any other morning. I eventually made my way to the kitchen only to have my dad jump out, yell, “Good morning!” and scare me half to death. . . . What another “Perfect” day.
After getting my food, I sat down at the table and immediately realized that my dad was expecting me to do the leaves with him in the backyard today. Me being me, I tried to escape by walking out of the room until he said, “Hey now how bout those leaves?”. There was no turning back now. Still, hesitantly, I walked back up to my room and got some ****ty clothes on, and about 10 minutes later after leisurely getting dressed, I stumbled back down the stairs and out the back door. It was bitterly cold out there but I figured instead of working at my own normal pace like I do every year, (or for ANY work for that matter) that I’d speed up a bit. The faster I worked, the faster I got to go back inside and the less I’d have to listen to my dad fishing for jokes about me to bust my chops.
In the middle of it all, I got a phone call from my good friend Frank, telling me how he finally sold his infamous ego for $1100. Good for him. It’s about damn time he sold that thing. Oh well, I doubt he’ll ever stop going from gun to gun. It’s almost as bad as a crack addiction in my opinion.
Anyway, after a couple more hours I finally finished raking most of the leaves in the backyard and called it quits. Fair enough. Came back inside, took a shower and shaved, and then relaxed for a little bit. I decided that I might as well finish that history paper for Mr. Mac. that would be due on Monday. After about an hour of tedious research, I finally finished. Just one less thing I have to worry about finishing tomorrow. At least now I’d have more time to myself tomorrow, not that I have anything planned anyway. Whatever. . . .
I’m gonna stop writing now since I still have to workout and run a mile on the tread. Will, update tomorrow. Goodnight.

Sunday: November, 23, 2008
4:56 pm.

Wow. . .Another cold, boring day with nothing to do. Not to my surprise though. I already knew today would be uneventful anyway. Played my guitar for a good hour or so as I always do. Nothing out of the ordinary. I finished the rest of my homework as well so that’s one less burden to carry. It’ll all be the same thing next weekend anyway. And the week after that, and so on. Oh yeah, I was watching the news today and there was, of course, the normal stories of shootings, and murders along with more publicity on Obama. Dammit this guy is gonna probably put our country in the ****ter. We’ll see what happens. Anyway, I was watching for a little bit and was about to shut it off when there was some breaking story of some illness that recently broke out in Asia. Supposedly it’s causing what seems to be mass riot and civil unrest down there. This is one of those stories that I’m actually interested in enough to keep my eye on so I will. Oh well, I’ve got nothing else worth writing about, so I’ll update tomorrow.

Monday: November 24, 2008
9:07 pm

Not much happened at school today, really just like any ordinary day. Saw Frank and a few other friends minutes before school started like I always do. Today was the same old stuff. Went to school, came home, did homework, worked out, took shower, etc, etc.
I was watching the news though. That sickness down in Asia is really spreading quickly. Apparently, the illness just recently broke through the Russian border and is currently taking affect there. They showed some footage of what was happening down there. Complete chaos and devastation. Well, that’s the world for ya. But one thing is for certain, this is gonna keep me on my toes. How does any illness spread that quickly? Only time will tell. Good night.

Wednesday: November 26, 2008
10:24 am.

Oops. Forgot to update yesterday. It was probably because I was so shaken up with what happened yesterday at school. Actually that’s the only reason I’m writing this early. School has been canceled.
So. . . . it was winding down to the end of my fifth period class when the principal called for a lockdown procedure. He wasn’t kidding. We were all sitting there for about an hour until we heard what sounded like several gunshots in the distance. About an hour later, we were told that it was safe to proceed, but told that the police would soon evacuate us and have us escorted home. And so we were. One by one. Word went around that some random guy attacked a police officer. When he did, the officer called for back up and kept the suspect at bay for a while until reinforcements arrived. At that point they got the guy in handcuffs and into the back of a cop car. While trying to reason with the guy, he literally bit one of the cops, so they took force and. . . . shot him.
Knowing this, I immediately got on youtube when I got home to check this out. Bingo. There it was. Thank you film productions class. Seems like one of the students got the whole thing on film from beginning to end. All I can say is the guy took four shots before he went down. Holy ****. Will update later today.

Wednesday: November 26, 2008
8:31 pm.

Well, I was watching the news a couple hours ago and hey, the story about our school was there. It showed parts of the clip that kid took from the window too. Damn. . . .East Brunswick has finally gotten some recognition for something. Sure hope that doesn’t happen again though. I kept watching to see if there was anymore coverage of the whole Asia epidemic. There was. In fact, the situation is getting so out of control that we are having a dispatch of 3000 troops along with the hundreds of medical aids to help get this under control. I doubt it. Judging from some of the footage I’ve seen on the internet from this, things won’t be getting any better down there anytime soon. I’m going to bed now. I’m exhausted.

Saturday, November 29, 2008
2:15 pm.

Well things aren’t looking too good right now. I got the call this morning that school is canceled again until further notice. Apparently some of our troops were deployed back to America and they brought the illness back with them. Some of them being sick as well, showing no signs of reason. They are out of control. So, now there is a new set curfew for 8:30 for all citizens in the immediate area. This is definitely not going to end up well. My parents went food shopping an hour ago to stock up on water and canned goods. They’re still there because the supermarket is swamped.
I’m a little worried too. I’m not letting my brother out of my sight for now and, I’ve been keeping in touch with all my friends and relatives. Thank God my sister came home from Philly a few days ago. Wouldn’t want her not to be here when the **** hits the fan. I’ll update tomorrow, my parents just got home.

Monday, November 31, 2008
2:42 pm.

Well whaddya know? This morning I got the call that school would continue today. I didn’t mind much though. It gave me a chance to see how all my friends were doing along with how they were coping with the situation. I don’t know about the others, but many of them seemed to have dismissed the tragedy. I for one will not. Not ever. Besides, who the hell takes four shots before they go down? It’s just impossible. Secondly, since when does anything like that happen in this town?
Anyway, here I am typing this as I watch the news. Just a few minutes ago, there was an update on the whole Asia epidemic. It seems that the situation down there grows worse and worse every day. And it definitely does not look like this will blow over any time soon. Complete devastation down there. I’m sure glad that I’m safe and sound here in such a “great” country. . . .Bull****. Something tells me this is soon going to reach us too before long. I’ve actually already made a “bugout” bag, in case I get caught off guard and have to make an escape. It has enough food and water to last a few days. Along with a lighter, Swiss army knife, rope, small first aid kit, toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper, etc. Of course, if such an event happens that I do have to get out, I’m of course bringing my aluminum bat. Truthfully, at this point, I wish my dad was into hunting or something. Wish we had a firearm at least. Oh well, I’m gonna stop getting myself all worked up about this. I feel like I’m taking this whole idea of emergency too seriously. But at the same time, these precautions seem necessary. I really hope things get back to normal soon. Goodnight.
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Old 04-11-2009, 04:55 PM #2
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Continued

Tuesday, December 1, 2008
3:56 am.

Jesus Christ. My heart is still pounding. I was woken up about an hour ago to a loud banging on the side of my house. I looked out my window and there was the silhouette of a man just mindlessly pounding away at the house. I immediately jumped out of my bed and awoke the household and turned all the lights on. Then I went back up to my room, opened my window, and shouted at the man. He was completely ignoring me. Not even a glance. At that point, the police were already on their way. Now we were going to play the waiting game. My dad kept insisting on taking matters into his own hands but I refused to let him go. So we waited for what felt like hours for the cops to arrive. When they finally did, they used a megaphone to tell the man, “Put your hands behind your head!” The guy didn’t stop, he just kept repeatedly hitting the house. The police, starting to get frustrated, gave him one more warning at which they finally got his attention. The man sluggishly turned towards the officers and they shined a light in his face. It was unbelievable. He was missing a ****ing eye and half of his ear accompanied by blood drenched all over his shirt. He was extremely pale. He started to stagger towards the police vehicles. His walk was comparable to a drunken man’s. In fact, he actually fell over once but instantly scrambled back onto his feet. He kept his eye on those men down there and continued his way towards them. The officers had their weapons trained, ready to open fire. The man was now within 20 feet of the cars and he was given one last warning. He didn’t stop going. What ****ing madman keeps walking towards 3 guns pointed at him? He was now only 10 feet away when they fired a warning shot but, to no avail. One of them yelled, “Fire at will!”, and they did. They shot him four or five times in the chest before he went down. The first few didn’t even seem to faze him. He just kept on going. He eventually went down, lying flat on his stomach. One of the officers approached the body slowly, gun pointed, and crouched beside him to check his pulse. The man was pronounced dead at the scene. The officer stood up to walk back to the car when the man grabbed his leg and bit into it. I will never forget that scream. He kicked the guy off him and shot him with the rest of his clip. The man didn’t move anymore. At that moment I looked around me. Everyone in the neighborhood was up staring in disbelief. Everyone had witnessed it.
After all of this happened, we were questioned for a few short minutes by the police
But the man who was bitten wasn’t looking so good. He was vomiting and in a lot of pain. With our goodbye’s and half-hearted thank you’s, they left and made their way to the hospital. . . . This is too much. This can’t happen. This never happens in East Brunswick. This is supposed to be a very safe neighborhood. Between the shooting at the school and now this, I can’t even sit still. There is no way that guy could’ve done that after being pronounced dead. Just no way. It’s impossible. But it happened. Was that guy dead one moment, and awake the other? I don’t understand and neither do the witnesses to what just happened. This is like something out of a horror movie and as afraid as I am to say it, it seems like we just had an encounter with the undead. What the ****? This is real life, not a movie. At the same time, I keep telling myself, “Well, anything is possible” I don’t want to think about this right now. I need to clear my head. I’ll update later.


Wednesday, December 2, 2008
11:23 am
Well here I am at home waiting for my parents to get home from the police station. Apparently the guy’s name was John Cipolla who only lived a couple of miles away from my house. What the hell could’ve motivated the guy to walk towards certain death? I don’t know. All I know is that my friend Frank is over and I recently told him all about it. He is in shock too. I showed him my bugout bag and all that ****, along with my take on what has been happening in our town lately. He seems to agree with me. He thinks it’s odd for it to happen too. I told him that if anything happens, me and him are sticking together. No matter what. He’s got my back and I’ve got his. Eh. . . **** that fairy tale bull****. This is the real world and things are probably going to end up for the worst for the both of us. Frank and I are no exception to what may happen to this town soon. But hey, if anything does go down, I’m sticking with him. Ha, thank God he can drive well. I only got my permit a few weeks ago.
Oh well, right now I’m watching the news and clearly, this virus DOES have something to do with what’s happening. They said that symptoms cause reduced motor skills, excessive brain damage, no reasoning, and aggression. Sounds pretty familiar to me. Anyway, they said there has been a small outbreak of the virus in San Diego, CA. Thank God it’s down there, but it’s only a matter of time before it reaches us. I’m getting off now. I’m gonna go discuss this with Frank a bit more.

Thursday, December 3, 2008
1:13 pm.

I knew it. I knew this would happen. This morning, at about 11:45, another lockdown drill. . .Well that’s what we all thought at first. Again, we sat there for about an hour until we heard gunshots. Deja-****ing-vu. We sat there again in silence for another few minutes until the shooting started up again. At that moment, I ****ing jetted outta the room. If anything, I didn’t want to get trapped in a room with no way out. I left the room and a few others followed me, some others were crying, some were yelling at me. I didn’t care. I had so many things running through my head. The first thing started with getting my close friends and getting the **** outta there. I ran out into the hallway and called for Frank. No luck. I kept running through the school, calling his name. I finally saw him at the opposite end of a hall. We ran up to meet each other. I asked him if he was alright and he said he was. I told him that we were getting the **** out ASAP. He didn’t hesistate to agree. We ran back the way I came and looked out the window. There were about 4 cops standing behind the doors of their cars with their guns pointed at two others. One was a woman, probably in her late 30’s. Completely ****ed up. She was missing her right hand and her neck was completely torn up. She also had blood around her mouth. And the other guy, well, it was one of the cops! He seemed have been bitten in his chest and neck, and had several scratches on his face. I presumed that he had been attacked by the woman. But why the hell was he walking with her towards the other officers? Just at that moment, the woman was shot down. She took 7 shots before she dropped. She didn’t move. Then, they were pointing at what I think was one of their partners. He had a blank stare in his eyes, and was completely pale too. They shot again at him. He took 3 shots, one in the neck, and still didn’t go down. The officers paused for another minute still in disbelief until one shot the man between the eyes. He let out a groan and fell back. It was then that I realized my ideas were true. We were dealing with dead people. How can this happen? Frank and I stood there for another minute staring in horror, until we snapped out of it. We immediately decided to get to his house as soon as possible. We started towards the side of the school. Before we left, we hesitated at the door. I quickly asked him if we both understood the situation. He did and, so did I. We didn’t want to believe it, but it was obviously true. The dead were up and out to get us. Just like in the movies and in games. It hit us hard but we had no time to think about it. At that second, I thought about how ironic it was that me and Frank, so oftenly, seemed to talk about this happening to us, and what we would do in that kind of situation. I let out a terrified chuckle. We exited the doors. On our way out, we could see one of them staggering in the distance, on the football field. We broke out into a run. We were running and stopped at the dumpster. We looked for anything we could use and found the metal leg of a chair next to the dumpster. Frank took it and, we continued towards the back gate. We made it and looked in all directions. It was quiet and seemed like it would have been on any ordinary day. We continued. We were on Frank’s road about 500 feet from his house when we saw another zombie. It was making its way towards us with no intention of stopping. I recognized her. It was one of Frank’s neighbors. No time to catch up on how things were going with each other. Plus, I already knew what she was interested in. . .We kept running and finally reached his house. And, here we are, sitting in his room with a crowbar from his garage and the metal chair leg. At the same time, we are trying to get in touch with his parents. We finally did, and they are trying to make their way home right now. I’m still trying to get in touch with my parents but no one is answering. All I know is that my brother is supposed to be getting home from school soon, and that me and Frank were going to go get him. We are about to leave for my house to get my bugout bag and bat, along with ,of course, my cell phone. I’ll update later.
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December 3, 2008
1:46 pm.

We just finished getting my brother. Right now we are a few minutes away from getting back to Frankís. Anyway, this is what happened. . .Frank basically drove right next to the front door of Mikeyís school and I got out. I ran inside and called for my brother. No answer. A teacher walked out of a classroom looking pretty pissed at me and asked me what I was doing. I ignored him and made my way through the rest of the building but couldnít find him. What was weird was that it seemed like no one here even knew what was going on. Kids were still sitting in class with no idea of what was happening. It wasnít my problem. I had no time to explain and family comes first. I ran back outside into the second building of the school that had the gym and the music room. I ran into the gym and there he was. I grabbed Michael and told him to come with me. The gym teacher grabbed me but I shoved her away and eventually, me and my brother got back to the car. We sped outta there. Iím getting off now. I have to explain whatís going on to my brother and we are pulling into Frankís driveway. Will update later.




December 3, 2008
2:15pm

Well there isnít much to say right now besides the fact that Iím typing this as my laptop is charging. We got in the house with no problems. Iím so worried about my parents right now? Where did they go? Where did my sister go? Iíve been calling my momís cell but it keeps going to voicemail. Same news for my dadís phone. I have no idea what to do next. I looked outside and I can see about 3 of them total along with the one we had a close encounter with outside. Frank is really starting to break down. I feel for him. He has his parents and two sisters to worry about and we havenít heard from them in a while. We decided that we are going to take refuge here for a bit and hopefully, theyíll show up. I think we can handle this for now. We just canít put ourselves in any position to be overrun. Will update in a few.

December 3, 2008
2:31 pm.

Ok. . .Well Frank and I have devised somewhat of a plan. We tried to call the police at first but apparently there are too many people calling that line right now so we canít get through. So, we looked outside again, and Frankís ďNeighborĒ is getting dangerously close to the house. Probably within 100 feet right now. We decided that we have to take care of her. And quick. I donít want to attract too much attention to us. If we do, theyíll be swarming the area within days or maybe even hours. So, we flipped a coin. Looks like Frank is going to be doing the dirty work. Thatís fine with me. Heís stronger and has a longer reach anyway. Iíll update after heís done doing ďbusinessĒ. . .

December 3, 2008
3:37 pm.

That was a close call. Hereís what happened. Frank slowly walked out the back door, so as to not attract immediate attention from opening his front door. As soon as he rounded the side of his house, the undead neighbor took notice and started shambling towards him. She was a wreck. She had what a major compound fracture in her leg along with bite marks all over her body. But, she was moving faster than the others I had seen earlier. Frank stood there and took stance. He was waiting for her to get within reach. When she was within about 5 feet of touching him, he wound the bat up and swung. . .hard, and I mean really hard. A thrashing hit right to the face and she easily lost her balance and landed on her back. From what I could see, the impact completely crushed her nose and broke her jaw. But after a few seconds, she started to scramble to her feet. He lifted the bat over his head and shattered her skull beneath it. It was a horrible sight. Blood and bits of bone scattered everywhere from the hit. Frank left the motionless body and started back towards the house when another one of corpse came walking out of his backyard, the way he came. It got him completely off guard and lunged at him. He fell backwards onto the ground and the corpse instantly got on top of Frank. At that point, I was looking at the whole situation through the living room window, and can see another 2 zombies approaching from just a few hundred feet away. We had to get this done quick. I grabbed the crowbar and exploded through the front door. Immediately I ran to where Frank was. Frank was holding him back by the throat, but the zombieís open mouth was extremely close to his arm. I wound back and swung as hard as I could. The hit connected with the zombieís forehead and he was stunned for a moment, on his back. He wasnít done. He looked pissed and hungry. Not today buddy. I proceeded to stand over the zombie and beat his skull until it caved in. He didnít move after that. I helped Frank up. He was shaking, and so was I. Iím surprised that neither of us pissed ourselves. . . He then thanked me, and we stood staring at each other for a second, still in disbelief that this could ever happen. Our trance was broken by the sound of more gunfire not far away. Probably from the school. We got back to our senses and rushed back inside. We have to wash up now, weíre drenched with blood and sweat.

December 3, 2008
4:55 pm.

Itís almost completely dark now. Thank you winter. . . Anyway, Frank finally received a call from his mom. Bad news, she is trapped in Erwin School, surrounded by about 20 of those things outside. She explained that she immediately drove to the Hammershold to get Frankís sister Lena. Thank God she got out ok. After that, she sped over to Erwin to get Frankís much younger sister, Sophie. No good. . . .they canít find her anywhere. A teacher told her that when the first few zombies came in sight, the kids were out for recess. Some of them, out of sheer terror, ran blindly in any direction. Sophie was among one of those kids. Frank didnít seem to take it too well. Heís on the verge of breaking down. Come to think of it, I donít know how or why any of this hasnít hit me hard yet. I mean, Iím worried about my parents and sister, but Iím not pacing around like I would expect myself to in such a situation. Anyhow, Frank has decided that heís going to take his car in a short while to go get his mom and sister. I would go, but Iím not leaving my brother alone. And Iím definitely not going to bring him out there. Itís too dangerous for him. But, who am I kidding? Weíre all in complete danger. Within the next few days, the word ďsafeĒ will have become obsolete and any place short of dangerous will be a rarity. So, we gotta make **** happen, and FAST. Because we have another problem on our hands. Not only is the town of East Brunswick decently populated. But we are forgetting that this house is extremely close to three separate schools, not to mention a cemetery. Thatís a lot of dead people to handle. ****, I think more than 2 is too much to handle. Iím gonna have to adapt quick. We all have to. Iíll update in another minute. Frank just got off the phone. Weíre gonna go over a plan of action really quick.

December 3, 2008
4:58 pm.

Ok, this is what weíre going to do. Frank is going to take the car over to Irwin. Once he gets there, heís going to drive around the side of the school and beep the horn to get the zombiesí attention and lure them away about halfway down racetrack road. That will buy his mom and sister enough time to get out of the school and into the car. She is supposed to exit through the front entrance of the school so it should be a speedy rescue. After that, heís going to drive to my house (I gave him one of my house keys), and quickly check to see if anyone is inside. Then, heíll swing by Gregís (A close friend of ours) to see if theyíre there or need help. Frankís about ready to go. Iíll update in about half an hour.
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December 3, 2008
5:41 pm

Great news! Frankís father got here. Thank God heís alright. I told him the situation and he concurred. Once I told him what Frank was up to, he immediately started to walk back out the door until I got a call from Frank. Heís only a few blocks away from the house and says heíll call back. Iíll update when he gets back.

December 3, 2008
5:48 pm.

Okay everyone got back. . .but there was a casualty. Frankís sister, Lena was bitten. Now I know that in the movies and crap, that if you get bitten youíll eventually turn into one of them. But weíll see what happens. At least the got back though. Oh, and I got a call from my dad. Right now heís on the way here with my mom. They donít know where Nicole is though (my sister). They havenít gotten in touch with her since this all began. Iím extremely worried now because my sister is a smart girl. I thought sheíd be able to ride all this out pretty well. We only started getting really close a few years ago so now Iím anxious to go and find her. But I know thatís not gonna happen. I know the only hope for her is if we can get in touch with her. . . and her phone has been going to voicemail for about an hour now. Before that she wouldnít pick up at all. ****, this isnít good. Iíve got to think right now. . .Iíll update in a bit.

December 3, 2008
7:08 pm

Finally, my parents got here. Neither of them is hurt, and theyíre so happy to know that Frank and I went to rescue Michael. Right now theyíre all in the living room trying to create a plan. Truthfully, they donít even know where to start. I guess a plan is still better than having no plan. Anyway, Lena is in laying in her bed upstairs right now. She has a fever of almost 102. Everyone has been keeping a close eye on her, making sure she is as comfortable as can be. I donít think this is going to end up very well. She was bitten on the back of her neck on the way out of the school. Apparently one of the zombies was still lurking around and went unnoticed in the darkness. Well, time will tell whether sheíll be okay or not. Hold on, I just got called into the other room. Will update in a couple minutes.





December 3, 2008
7:18 pm

Alright, well hereís the plan at the moment. Well, my dad looked outside and saw a small cluster of zombies walking from the direction that the high school is. Thankfully, they chose a different direction than towards this house. Other than that, he says there are no undead within a mile from here. And the ones that can be seen in the distance are either walking in a different direction, or just standing mindlessly, staring into space. I thin-

December 3, 2008
7:34 pm

Oh, my God. I really donít know what to say right now. I was in the middle of typing when Frankís mom went to the kitchen to get some water and, Lena came walking from upstairs into the kitchen. Mrs. Husslein says she took one look at her and knew she was dead. Lena let out a terrible moan that got all of our attention. We ran to kitchen to see Lena making her way towards Laura (Mrs. Hussleinís real name), but she was frozen in shock. She was about ready to bite Laura when my dad tackled Lena to the ground. Instantly she tried to bite my dad but he held her by the shoulders and just out of reach of her mouth. Everyone, including me stood there in shock just staring at what we were seeing. I finally snapped out of it and looked around me for some sort of weapon. I donít know this house very well at all (well at least not the kitchen) so I took what I could. I grabbed a pen from the counter and pushed Lenaís face beneath my shoe. Her head was trapped between my shoe and the ground. I drove the pen into her eye and she was stopped moving. Frank and his parents were still in complete shock at that moment, so my dad and I dragged the body outside into the backyard. Right now, Laura and Scott (Frankís dadís name) are alone in their room. I apologized a thousand times saying it had to be done but I got no answer. Frankís in his room too right now. I felt horrible about it at first but not anymore. I think anyone would have done the same if any of their familyís lives were at stake. Itís a different world now. Kill or be killed. That applies for everyone now. Anyone who wants to survive will soon have to learn how to ditch their emotions or else theyíre as good as dead. I really donít want to think about this much anymore. Plus, Iím on duty to stay awake and keep lookout in case any of those things get too close to the house. Everyone is exhausted but, we all still need some sense of security. So, every 2 hours, we will rotate to keep watch. Itís gonna be a long night. Iíll update tomorrow.

December 3, 2008
10:00 pm

Okay well I just got off duty but I canít fall asleep. My mom is on watch for the next 2 hours. Iím only typing because Iím not tired at all. I donít know how anyone could sleep at a time like this. Anyway, my shift was pretty much uneventful. I was looking out the upstairs window the entire time from Lenaís room. All I saw was a group of about 3 or so zombies walking through someoneís front yard down the street. Nothing to be worried about. At least not yet. I know that everyone wonít be so crazy about this idea but, . . .weíre gonna have to get the hell out of here sooner or later. I mean, from the looks of it, weíve lost control. Iíve already heard several gunshots and screams in the distance along with the sound of police and ambulance sirens. Also, calling 911 is doing no good either. It keeps saying the line is too busy and to try calling again so. . . yeah weíre pretty much ****ed for right now. Tomorrow Iím going to suggest that we pack as many useful supplies as we can, and get out of here while we still have the chance. Iíve been doing research on plenty of small, isolated towns within the country and they seem like a good option. Iím getting off to do a little bit more research and then will try to get some sleep. Will update tomorrow.

December 4, 2008
4:18 am.

****. Nothing like saying I told you so. At about 3 in the morning, everyone was woken up by a loud crash from downstairs. Everyone ran to see what it was. Two of those ****ers had broken through Frankís glass back door. They were already on their feet by the time we got down there. Both of them were really ****ed up. It was two women. One of them I actually recognized as a senior from my school but I couldnít remember her name. I didnít know who the other one was though. So, they started their way towards us, and I told my brother to run back upstairs. Frank ran to the garage while me, my dad, and Scott kept the zombies occupied. We threw anything at them that we could find until Frank came back running with the bat and crowbar. He handed the bat to his dad. We couldnít fight them there though. The room we were in was too close-quartered so we lured the zombies into the living room. The one on the left was the first to go. Frank swung at her as she rounded the corner into the living room. The hit connected with her knee and made a loud smack and she fell to the ground. Then he drove the sharp end of the crowbar through her skull. She was done. The second zombie, a lot slower and older than the first, finally made her way to the room. Frank was still struggling with getting the crowbar out so Scott took this one. Everyone backed up and gave him room to swing and, when he did, the bat struck the zombieís mouth and broke her jaw. She fell backwards from the hit and, Scott finished her off. Right away we stated to drag the bodies back out the back door. When we got there, we could see at least another 10 zombies in Frankís backyard, making their way towards the house. Thatís when we yelled to everyone that it was time to go. We didnít have a lot of time at all to prepare so we got what we could. We grabbed any canned food and water we could find, along with extra clothes, first aid kit, batteries, flashlight, etc. We were halfway out the door when I realized that I forgot my bugout bag inside. I quickly ran back in to get it and did but as soon as I had it, I could see 3 zombies walking though the broken door in the back room. I knew that I had to buy us some kinda time and a distraction to keep the heat off us. I ran up to the kitchen and, Bingo, there was a box of matches. I ran into the garage and grabbed some motor oil and ran as fast as I could back to where the zombies were. I drenched the floor and the walls with the **** and lit a match. I threw it and the zombie in the front burst into flames. I ran back out of the house and into the minivan and we were outta there. Everyone except Frank and his dad were in the van. They were riding in his car instead. As we were driving away, down the street, I looked back and saw the back of the house explode. It mustíve been the oven or something. Oh well, weíre safe. . . for now. Right now, weíre on the highway, making our way towards Pennsylvania. I figured that if we stay away from Philadelphia, we can find a small town to lay low for a while. Everyone seemed to agree. We just passed the worst of the traffic a few minutes ago. And, damn there are a lot of accidents and 5+ car pileups weíve been passing. One thing that scared the **** out of me was a little while ago. We were almost completely blocked by a 7 car pileup but had just enough room to get through. We were driving slowly around the wreck, dodging pieces of metal and stuff. I looked into one of the car windows and saw a very dead face staring right back at me. He started to bang on the driverís side window but couldnít get out. His seatbelt was holding him in. I wonder if heíll ever get out or will just eventually rot over time. Oh well. . . Iíll update in a little bit, Iím actually tired now and we just hit exit 9b.
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December 4, 2008
7:34 am.

Nothing much has been happening. The minivan was running really low on gas so we kept looking for a rest stop. We couldnít find one so we drove to a nearby town. It was completely empty, except for 2 zombies more than a mile away. We checked to see if the coast was clear and it was. I grabbed my pocket knife out of my bugout bag and ran to the nearest house. I was cautious but there was no immediate danger. I ran around the side of the house to the backyard and there it was, a hose. Just what we needed. So, to make a short story even shorter, I cut off about a 10 foot piece of the hose and ran back to the minivan. We then pulled up to the nearest car to the house and siphoned the gas from it. Eh, it was better than nothing, we squeezed out about half a tank. At that point we noticed a few other zombies coming from behind houses and such so we decided to leave. At the moment, weíre all driving to God knows where. Only time will tell. Iíll update in a little bit. There is a house on the side of the road along with a broken down mobile home in front of it. No one and nothing seems to be around, so I guess weíre gonna take a look inside. . .

December 4, 2008
4:18 pm.

It just never ****ing ends. So we parked in front of the mobile home and got out. This is the only trace of civilization weíve seen for miles. We havenít seen any houses or rest stops for last 40 minutes when we stopped, so we figured why not. The only trace of knowledge we had of where we were was from a sign a while back that said, ďJohnstown, 18 milesĒ. Anyway, we checked inside the mobile home. There was nothing of interest besides a few blankets and 4 bottles of water in the fridge. We looked around a little more and made a really nice find. Some sort of pistol in the glove compartment in front of the passengerís seat. Frank and his dad are the only ones that know any thing about firearms so Mr. Husslein is gonna hold onto it. The clip was empty but there was a small box of ammo in a drawer next to the stove. There were only 11 rounds in it but, hey, weíll take whatever we can get. According to Frankís dad, it is a Beretta 92. I donít know why that matters though. ANY gun is useful in this situation. So, after that nice find, we made our way to the house. It was only about 200 feet from the mobile home and was set off in the beginning of some woods. Before going inside, Scott put the gun back in the car. From the looks of it, we didnít think there was much danger nearby at all, so we would conserve ammo. Also wouldnít want the sound of the gun shooting to attract any of our ďfriendsĒ to drop by to say hello. So, all the women (and Michael) stayed in one of the cars while Me, my dad, and Frank and his dad went to go take a look around. We walked towards the house and figured itíd be better to check the immediate area around the house before going inside. All there was, was a very small shed and a bunch of firewood. We checked the shed and to our dismay, there was a decaying body in there. As soon as I opened the door, all four of us jumped back. It didnít move, so I opened the door the rest of the way. There was nothing useful inside besides an axe. So, Frank slowly walked around the body, and retrieved the axe and made his way back to the car with it. Then, all of us met back up in the front of the house. We couldnít look inside since the curtains were closed. So we tried the front door. It was locked. We looked around for a key and, lucky us, we actually found the key under the door mat. How original. . .So we went inside and it was completely dark. I felt for a light switch and found one but no lights turned on. So I ran back to the car and grabbed 2 flashlights. We lit Ďem up and walked inside. From where we were and from what we saw outside, it was a medium size house of only two stories. We looked around for a few minutes until we heard thumping from upstairs. We all knew what it was. One of those ****ers probably got excited from the noise we were making downstairs. We made sure that we would get no more ďsurprisesĒ by checking the rest of the house before dealing with what was waiting for us upstairs. Just like the mobile home, nothing of interest besides some canned food and more water. Everything else was rotten in the fridge and in the cabinets. Thatís weird though, because all this **** started happening to us just a few days ago. Now going from NJ to PA is not a big transition at all. Maybe **** went down here a lot earlier than we would have expected. Come to think of it, the first word of this virus was only a little over a week ago. How the hell could it spread so quickly? I guess weíll never know. Anyway, there really was nothing else. We checked the bedroom, bathroom, and living room but found nothing useful. There was only one more place to search. . .upstairs. We all made our way slowly up the stairs being as quiet as possible. The thumping dumbed down to almost nothing at this point. Listening closely, we followed the sound to the room it was coming from. There was no sound coming from it anymore. I didnít want any surprises, so I knocked on the door. Immediately, the thumping began again along with a tired sounding moan. So I slowly turned the doorknob and cracked it open. The zombie swung the door open and I stumbled back. Frank came in with an ever-so satisfying swing to the head of the bastard, with my bat. One hit and she was on the floor. He quickly finished her off. God I hate that sound. Itís like the sound of a wet bang of leaves being beat with a tennis racket. . . .ugh. . . We looked around the room and there were blood stains all over the bed. It was obviously the ladyís bedroom because she was still wearing pajamas. There were bloodstains all over the wall, but absolutely no sign of struggle. Not even a piece of paper on the floor. What the hell was she doing before she died, finger-painting the walls with her own blood? The though of all this sent a chill down my spine. I could probably say the same for the others. Anyway, to make a long story short this time, we finished checking the top floor and found another bedroom and bathroom. It seemed safe enough to stay in for a while. On top of that, it was isolated. So, after about an hour of arguing, we all reached a compromise to stay at the place for the next few days. So, here we are, all sitting in front of the fireplace on the first floor. This is the first time in countless hours that Iíve felt any comfort. Being like this made me almost forget what was really going on out there. I know that we will never forget. You canít forget, no matter how hard you try. The things we see now are going to be imprinted on the back of our minds until we die. . . .or worse comes to worst, are eaten alive. I donít wanna think about this anymore. Right now my dad and Frank are finishing unloading some supplies from the car and Scott is working on getting the electricity back. Weíll see how that goes. In ten minutes Iím gonna be on lookout duty so yea. . . Iíll update later.

December 4, 2008
7:39 pm

Well, I just got off lookout duty. It was just as uneventful as I thought it would be. . . Nothing went on. I just kind of stared blankly into the darkness for several hours. Iíd rather it be that though, instead of actually spotting anyone or anything. I mean come on. Weíre in the woods for godsakes. But still, even though we seem to be pretty isolated from any other civilization, just. . the thought of us being in the woods, surrounded by complete darkness just gives me the chills. Everyone else, however, seems to be sort of enjoying the stay at the house. After all, there is a fireplace and more than plenty of wood to burn for countless days. I guess one part of me likes this place and another part just doesnít. I donít think I should take this place for granted though. Once we start to move again, I doubt that we will find any other places like this. Eh. Iím getting tired. . .Just for the record, my Dad is on lookout duty for now until 11pm. Iím gonna stay awake a little while longer in front of the fireplace. Iím going to try my best to completely relax for the first time in days. . Iíll update tomorrow. Goodnight.

December 5, 2008
1:18 am

Woke up to the sound of the wind knocking down (at least I hope it was the wind) some firewood outside and I canít fall back asleep. It has been very windy lately so I do believe it was that and just that. However, you can never be too careful. Especially not in a world like this. Scott was on duty when I heard it and actually he still is at the moment. Anyway, I crept around the house to the back where Scott was, as everyone was sleeping. I told him what I had heard and we decided to check it out. . .I grabbed the bat and the flashlight and we both headed into the middle of the backyard where the pile of firewood was. There didnít seem to be anything around. I flashed the light all the way around me, looking carefully, but saw nothing. I was glad. One thing that did creep me out a bit though was that I spotted a footprint imprinted in a puddle of mud, about 10 feet behind the pile of firewood. Now this really scares me. I donít think weíre alone anymore. I donít remember any of us walking around that spot when we were retrieving firewood. . . .I was outside on the back porch watching my dad and Frank gather firewood the whole time. I donít recall them stepping in the direction of that mud. . . Itís probably my imagination though. I hope to God it is. . .if there is a God anymore. . . .Goodnight.


December 5, 2008
7:58 am

Well, Scott got up extra early today for some reason and was very determined to get the electricity going again. And he did! Itís pretty nice too, because my laptop is extremely low on battery. I kinda want to be able to record everything that happens before my last day hee hee. Iíll update in a little while. Weíre going to eat some ďbreakfastĒ now.
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December 5, 2008
8:51 am

Not much is going on at the moment. Right now my little brother and I are playing checkers, Frank and his father are bringing in a little more firewood, my dad is upstairs, and I donít know what my mom and Mrs. Huslein are doing in the kitchen. Itís kind of funny that I can multi-task in playing checkers and typing at the same time. Itís even easier when youíre playing a ten-year-old. Right now Iím winning, and he seems to be taking the expected beating pretty well. That really is odd when I think about it though. My brother used to be one of those loud obnoxious kids who would get extremely irritated when loosing a game or making a mistake but, I think this whole ordeal has reshaped him. Heís not the same little kid anymore. He has adapted quite quickly and has become much more mature. Good thing too. Thereís no room for messing around anymore. Not in this world. . .And there goes his last king. Iíll update later.

December 5, 2008
9:00 pm

Well, I think weíve overstayed our welcome. Either that, or bad luck just loves us. Today in the early afternoon Scott and my dad were chopping up some firewood as we were actually running pretty low. Well, as they were hacking away, I walked through the back door. Not a second after, I saw him. He was a once stocky looking guy wearing some jeans, a white shirt, and a Walmart apron. Part of his right cheek had been torn off, exposing an eternal half-grin. His name-tag read, ďJohnĒ. . He was working his way towards Scott as he was the closest. I finally snapped out of my trance and yelled at Scott and my dad to look behind them. They did. They both took a step back but were still within a few yards of the thing. I ran over and waved my arms to get the dead ****ís attention. He immediately turned to me, making his way to what he though was his next meal. Scott instantly got the idea, and while I had the zombie gazing at me, Scott wound back the ax and let it break through the back of its head. For a second, the zombie let out his final moan and fell to his knees. Giving me one last stare, his face permanently met the ground. ďJohnĒ was no more. As soon as we collected ourselves and covered our little friend with some tarp from the shed, we quickly went back inside. When we got in, I met eyes with my brother. He saw the entire thing. Thatís just too much for a small kid to handle. Thatís too much for anyone to handle. My mom was losing it too. She was hysterical, holding my dad and crying. She was so afraid of me or my dad getting hurt. She didnít let us out of her sight for hours.
After everything settled down, we just sat in front of the fireplace, staring. Not even into the fire. Just into space, thinking. Thinking how we are going to survive this? Where will we go? What can we do? . . . How did that zombie find us? Will everything ever get back to the way things used to be? What about our other relatives and friends? What happened to them? Where are they? Is this really the end for humanity? Although I didnít truly know what everyone else was thinking, I just knew they had the same things on their minds. I just canít take this anymore. Why are we even trying? Why are we running if we will never escape? Why waste our energy? I mean, is there anything still worth living for in this new world of ours? . . .Ugh, I canít type right now. LaterÖ

December 6, 2008
5:00 pm.

Well, nothing particularly interesting is going on right now. Everyone is just sitting in the living room, relaxing. Actually, thatís not entirely true. Right now my brother is on watch duty for the next hour or so. Iím happy to say that I am so proud of the kid. Everyone has seen how many years he has aged in just days. So, we gave him his first big responsibility. Hey, if there is anything we can truly trust him with; itís at least keeping a look out. Heís old enough and has seen enough to know what kind of danger weíre in. He knows not to be ****ing around, because if he was the reason we all got killed because he was playing with his fingers or whatever, I swear I will slap the **** out of him in heaven. . . .or hell. Come to think of it, what is actually keeping these things going? Are they just the shells of men, or are the souls that previously occupied helpless and trapped? All I know is that I donít ever want to have the opportunity to find out. If I am ever infected, I donít want to come back. . . .Yea. . . .you can pretty much see where Iím going with this. Also, if the latter is true, well that just has to be the most horrible experience to ever face. I mean, just imagine, being stuck in a dead, decaying body, roaming the earth to do one and one thing only. . . .to feed. You would have no control. You would be hurting good, innocent people, along with your friends and loved ones. And it would never end. It would last forever, or at least until you completely rotted away. What a lovely thought, huh? Iíll update later. Something just came up.

December 7, 2008
7:09 am

Great, here we are on the road again on our never-ending road to God knows where. As we were just sitting idly in the living room, my brother came running down the stairs yelling, ďTheyíre coming!Ē And that they were. I peaked out the window and, surely enough, three of those bags of rot were making their way to the front door from the edge of the woods. I guess one of them lost interest and just branched off in a different direction. That definitely was not good. We didnít want one of those bastards sneaking up on us. But it was too late. We had already lost sight of her. We all agreed upon taking care of the things while we still outnumbered them. So, we devised a plan. We had my brother run back upstairs, open a window, and start yelling and flailing his arms wildly. That instantly got the approaching zombiesí attention. While we still had another one missing, we couldnít afford to lose these two. The dead had their eyes locked on Michael, and wanted more than anything to get their hands on them and to rip him to pieces. Just thinking about it made my heart jump. But this was no time to let my emotions take over. We had to get rid of these things fast, while we still could. Me, my dad, Frank and Scott all filed out of the front door at a sprint. My dad kept running until he got almost within arms length of the two zombies. One actually grabbed his shirt and tore it pretty hard. But my dad got away, and kept running for a few seconds, until he got to the other side of the road. The two just started walking towards him, as I expected. We had them. Their backs were turned to us, and I began to creep up on them with Scott when that missing one toppled over my dad. He didnít even see it coming. I yelled out in horror and the other two turned right back around towards us. One came right for me. I dropped my bat in complete fear. The thingís right eye was hanging out, and its bottom lip was missing. I donít want to go into detail about the other features of this lovely character. Anyway, my dad cried out again. I could see him in complete peril. The ***** was right on top of him and her mouth was within inches of his neck. I dodged the advancing zombie and gave him a shove. I immediately ran over to my dad and started to kick the thing. She wouldnít budge at all. Her gaze was stuck on my father. I looked for anything I could use and saw a bug rock on the ground. Instinctively, I picked it up and smashed the thing right in the face. The sound was like a bag of wet leaves falling to the ground. Her jaw had actually started to detach from her face and, was hanging off by the skin. Thank God. I caught her right as her teeth were touching my dadís shoulder. Anyway, I finished the damn thing off. I kept beating its head in long after it was dead. In fact, I stopped beating it when I realized that everyone was standing around me. I meant everyone too. The other two zombies were dead a while ago and, apparently I had been there just striking the thing for a full five minutes. I didnít even realize it. I was so afraid. I had almost lost my dad. I still canít believe it. They say that your parents are responsible for you always but, I feel like it is now my job to look after those I care about. Theyíre all I have left. Losing one would be as bad as losing them all. Theyíve always been so close to me. I stood up, and then immediately fell back down. I was hysterical. I couldnít fathom the idea that this was happening. That I had almost lost my own father. Everyone just kept staring at me and then gradually started to walk away to load the cars back up. It was just my dad and I, sitting there. He just wouldnít stop hugging me. I didnít want to let go of him. I had no idea what the future could possible hold for us. We were only facing three of them. What happens next time when we are facing five? Ten? One hundred? I eventually rose to my feet, took a deep breath, and met eyes with my dad. We snapped out of our womanly trance of emotions and came back to the real world. We would have time for that later. At that moment we had to leave. And fast. So far we had encountered four of those things. Each time, the number of them increasing. And weíre in the middle of nowhere. I checked my father from head to toe and I just froze. He had been bitten. Well, not completely. The zombie had been trying to bite through his shirt when I knocked her off. All that showed was a dry bite mark from beneath the polyester. We erased the terrible thought temporarily from our minds and assisted in loading the cars. And now, here we are, on the road again. I canít tell you how worried about my dad I am. Right now, only me and him know. Itís our secret for right now. We donít need anyone else breaking down and panicking. For the most part, I think he will be alright. His skin wasnít penetrated so I firmly believe that he will be fine. . .If not. . . .Then we will bring it to the othersí attention and. . . .Iíll update later.
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hey gys. Can u let me know what u all think? Becuz im of course gna keep on writing, but i wanna know if u all still care to read more and more of it as I progress through the story. Thanks guys.
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That is really long, I can't read that right now. Maybe next weekend when I have time.
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haha alright :nod: . Anyway, I hope for those of you who have read it have enjoyed it. I've been a writer for the most part for the last year or so. Always began writing novels for the first few chapters and then got bored with the plot so Id just ditch it. Anyway, I figured Id write this piece so that I can finally accomplish getting thru a book. The thing is its so easy to write this one because it just keeps me interested so much for the reason im into survival horror things. Anyway, idk why I just got off topic like that. Anyway, like i said above, i hope whoever has read thus far enjoyed it and I hope those of you who havent read it do so and hopefully enjoy/throw in some constructive critisism. I have another few pages worth but am not going to add them till i know people actually like my story haah.
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thanks man. Is it like. . . ." eh its ok" , or did u enjoy it more than that? Either way, im glad you enjoyed it. Theres the first step. But just let me know man. Anyone else?
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I enjoyed it.

I like the idea of it being written as a journal rather than as an actually book.

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I'll be reading it when I have some more time.

The format seems interesting, and seems like it'll be easy to hold somebody's interest.
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thanks so much guys. . um .. . .we just got a virus recently and had to take out and erase mosta the stuff on our hardrive so ya. . . . .the rest i had is gone now. But ill make something else up to follow up what has happened so far. Dont u all worry ill make sure itll be good. !!!!
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dont u worry man. Stay up yo im writing more there'll be a moderate amount more in just an hour or so stay tuned
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But I heart my pm7 ;)

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