this is a journal-style short story in progress, written by me out of boredom. and yes, this is about zombies/survival.
Story begins in the next post.
~Diary of the Damned~
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~Diary of the Damned~
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1 Diary of the Damned Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:44 pm
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Journal of - William DeWitt
March 12th, 2012 - 11:02 AM
It's been almost two weeks since patient zero became infected with a mutant strain of the flu virus that seemed to make the dead walk. The radio broadcasts from Tampa earlier today said the cause of the sudden mutation was a direct effect from the nuclear disaster in japan last year. I will be keeping this journal to chronicle this obvious pandemic as it unfolds.
March 18th, 2012 - 12:38 PM
Grave news has come in over the radio, Washington DC has been completely overrun, and most of the northern major cities are in total chaos. Nothing here so far, fortunately. Although, some of my neighbors are acting strangely, and my friend Mark is on bedrest from his fever. I'm almost finished fixing my car, so i'll be fine if the infection does spread this far. No new information on the disease has been released yet.
March 21st, 2012 - 1:45 PM
The infection has hit home, Venice has been completely overrun and North Port is total chaos. I watched Mark bite a chunk out of his own mother's neck and.... god this is straight out of a nightmare... I barely managed to escape from a small group of them out of pure luck that my car started first try. I'm currently holed up with 6 other people in a pawn shop in Venice, plenty of weapons and ammunition to last us a while. Those things don't know we're here yet thankfully. I'm suspicious of one of these people, he seems a bit at-ease considering the world has gone to shit. Radio communications are still up fortunately. There's a refugee camp in Gainesville that the radio operators say is safe and secure, not like we have a chance of getting that far...
April 2nd, 2012 - 6:30 AM
We've had a while to get to know each other... most of us.... that guy.... "Stanley" as he calls himself.... he doesnt want to talk much at all. he's still a bit calm for my liking. Julie and Mike, they're your average newlywed couple from Massachusetts. they were on their way to Miami when the infection hit, their plane landed in Tampa when it all fell apart up north. their car ran out of gas in front of the nearby Lowe's store and they ended up here. Samantha and Alexis are identical twin sisters, whom lived down the street from me, which i didn't know. And Fred is a crabby old man who only cares for himself, typical self-centered 80 year old racist.
Hopefully we can help each other survive long enough to figure something out.
April 7th, 2012 - 4:30 PM
We've collectively come up with a name for the infected. "Reaps". Next thing we need to do is try to make a break for the bus parked out front and hotwire it. there aren't many Reaps out there right now, but if we blow our cover, we're fucked.
we only have one chance at this. we'll try tomorrow.
April 8th, 2012 - 2:13 PM
We lost Alexis and Fred today in our escape. we managed to get in the charter bus, but they were surrounded before we could do anything to save them. i blame myself for asking them to carry the extra ammo supplies. IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I SHOULD HAVE CARRIED IT MYSELF!
April 13th, 2012 - 5:30 PM
we arrived in Gainesville today to a very unexpected sight, the whole city was in ruins. Reaps everywhere. but we encountered something new.... something worse than the Reaps.... it was some sort of mutated Reap, with blade-like arms made of what looked like bone, and its whole face was basically just a mouth with razor sharp teeth jutting out. it emitted an ear-shattering scream that makes your head feel like it's about to explode. and it's fast... very fast... Samantha managed to incapacitate one of them when she shot it in the legs with her shotgun. after closer examination, it looks as if it hunts by smell, as it has no ears or eyes. only two small holes above the mouth. we decided to call this new... thing... a Screamer.
April 14th, 2012 - 1:02 PM
I've made a strange discovery today when we stopped in St. Augustine, i witnessed a Reap stumbling around and taking pictures with a disposable camera, as if it were a tourist or something. Stanley had the nerve to shoot it while i was trying to see what exactly it was doing though unfortunately, stupid redneck bastard. it seems when they're not trying to eat the flesh of the living, they act as if they remember what their lives once were. very strange, i know, but it could become useful if we can try and domesticate one to see how they tick.
End of Part One.
March 12th, 2012 - 11:02 AM
It's been almost two weeks since patient zero became infected with a mutant strain of the flu virus that seemed to make the dead walk. The radio broadcasts from Tampa earlier today said the cause of the sudden mutation was a direct effect from the nuclear disaster in japan last year. I will be keeping this journal to chronicle this obvious pandemic as it unfolds.
March 18th, 2012 - 12:38 PM
Grave news has come in over the radio, Washington DC has been completely overrun, and most of the northern major cities are in total chaos. Nothing here so far, fortunately. Although, some of my neighbors are acting strangely, and my friend Mark is on bedrest from his fever. I'm almost finished fixing my car, so i'll be fine if the infection does spread this far. No new information on the disease has been released yet.
March 21st, 2012 - 1:45 PM
The infection has hit home, Venice has been completely overrun and North Port is total chaos. I watched Mark bite a chunk out of his own mother's neck and.... god this is straight out of a nightmare... I barely managed to escape from a small group of them out of pure luck that my car started first try. I'm currently holed up with 6 other people in a pawn shop in Venice, plenty of weapons and ammunition to last us a while. Those things don't know we're here yet thankfully. I'm suspicious of one of these people, he seems a bit at-ease considering the world has gone to shit. Radio communications are still up fortunately. There's a refugee camp in Gainesville that the radio operators say is safe and secure, not like we have a chance of getting that far...
April 2nd, 2012 - 6:30 AM
We've had a while to get to know each other... most of us.... that guy.... "Stanley" as he calls himself.... he doesnt want to talk much at all. he's still a bit calm for my liking. Julie and Mike, they're your average newlywed couple from Massachusetts. they were on their way to Miami when the infection hit, their plane landed in Tampa when it all fell apart up north. their car ran out of gas in front of the nearby Lowe's store and they ended up here. Samantha and Alexis are identical twin sisters, whom lived down the street from me, which i didn't know. And Fred is a crabby old man who only cares for himself, typical self-centered 80 year old racist.
Hopefully we can help each other survive long enough to figure something out.
April 7th, 2012 - 4:30 PM
We've collectively come up with a name for the infected. "Reaps". Next thing we need to do is try to make a break for the bus parked out front and hotwire it. there aren't many Reaps out there right now, but if we blow our cover, we're fucked.
we only have one chance at this. we'll try tomorrow.
April 8th, 2012 - 2:13 PM
We lost Alexis and Fred today in our escape. we managed to get in the charter bus, but they were surrounded before we could do anything to save them. i blame myself for asking them to carry the extra ammo supplies. IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I SHOULD HAVE CARRIED IT MYSELF!
April 13th, 2012 - 5:30 PM
we arrived in Gainesville today to a very unexpected sight, the whole city was in ruins. Reaps everywhere. but we encountered something new.... something worse than the Reaps.... it was some sort of mutated Reap, with blade-like arms made of what looked like bone, and its whole face was basically just a mouth with razor sharp teeth jutting out. it emitted an ear-shattering scream that makes your head feel like it's about to explode. and it's fast... very fast... Samantha managed to incapacitate one of them when she shot it in the legs with her shotgun. after closer examination, it looks as if it hunts by smell, as it has no ears or eyes. only two small holes above the mouth. we decided to call this new... thing... a Screamer.
April 14th, 2012 - 1:02 PM
I've made a strange discovery today when we stopped in St. Augustine, i witnessed a Reap stumbling around and taking pictures with a disposable camera, as if it were a tourist or something. Stanley had the nerve to shoot it while i was trying to see what exactly it was doing though unfortunately, stupid redneck bastard. it seems when they're not trying to eat the flesh of the living, they act as if they remember what their lives once were. very strange, i know, but it could become useful if we can try and domesticate one to see how they tick.
End of Part One.
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May 9th 2012
Reaps are no longer the main concern here, massive black clouds blotted out the sun about a week ago and still show no signs of clearing up. the temperature is dropping and we're keeping warm in an abandoned prison in Alabama by burning prison records. it's a secure location against Reaps due to the heavy locked gates, but there's no telling how long it'll stay safe against the Screamers, they are smart little fuckers, they learn.
May 10th 2012
This is just fan-fucking-tastic, now we're dealing with undead fucking dogs! this is just fucking great! Stanley was bitten--- had his arm forcefully removed-- by one. i don't think he's infected, but he's having a bit of a mental breakdown. we managed to keep him from bleeding to death by burning the wound shut. the time we've spent in this hellish reality is starting to take it's toll on us, even i am feeling a bit nervous, and beginning to question my own sanity.
May 20th 2012
It's been ten days since i've been able to write anything, we've been moving north on foot in this cold dark weather for a while now. we're currently taking refuge in a hotel building not far from the outskirts of Washington DC. if we can make it to the White House, we can probably use the bunkers under the building to rest awhile. There's a heavy military APC across the street that we've gathered fuel for, we can travel in that tomorrow morning.
May 21st 2012
Stanley is dead, we lost him before we could shut the door to the bunker. I didn't like him that much, but i did respect his bravery. i've never seen a man who stares death in the face with a solid demeanor such as his. I put a bullet in his head out of respect so the infection wouldn't ravage him. as much as i'd hate to say it, i'll miss his horrible sense of humor. on a less grim note, there's plenty of food/water/munitions here to last years! the rest of us could live in here for the rest of our lives! but that isnt our goal. we need to get to the refugee bunkers under lake michigan.
END OF PART TWO
Reaps are no longer the main concern here, massive black clouds blotted out the sun about a week ago and still show no signs of clearing up. the temperature is dropping and we're keeping warm in an abandoned prison in Alabama by burning prison records. it's a secure location against Reaps due to the heavy locked gates, but there's no telling how long it'll stay safe against the Screamers, they are smart little fuckers, they learn.
May 10th 2012
This is just fan-fucking-tastic, now we're dealing with undead fucking dogs! this is just fucking great! Stanley was bitten--- had his arm forcefully removed-- by one. i don't think he's infected, but he's having a bit of a mental breakdown. we managed to keep him from bleeding to death by burning the wound shut. the time we've spent in this hellish reality is starting to take it's toll on us, even i am feeling a bit nervous, and beginning to question my own sanity.
May 20th 2012
It's been ten days since i've been able to write anything, we've been moving north on foot in this cold dark weather for a while now. we're currently taking refuge in a hotel building not far from the outskirts of Washington DC. if we can make it to the White House, we can probably use the bunkers under the building to rest awhile. There's a heavy military APC across the street that we've gathered fuel for, we can travel in that tomorrow morning.
May 21st 2012
Stanley is dead, we lost him before we could shut the door to the bunker. I didn't like him that much, but i did respect his bravery. i've never seen a man who stares death in the face with a solid demeanor such as his. I put a bullet in his head out of respect so the infection wouldn't ravage him. as much as i'd hate to say it, i'll miss his horrible sense of humor. on a less grim note, there's plenty of food/water/munitions here to last years! the rest of us could live in here for the rest of our lives! but that isnt our goal. we need to get to the refugee bunkers under lake michigan.
END OF PART TWO
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part three will follow the remaining survivors, Samantha, William, Julie, and Mike, as they fight to survive a combination of factors in their journey to the refugee bunkers beneath Lake Michigan. things get deadly now, the Weather gets colder, the Dead get even more vicious, and insanity becomes apparent.
coming to a theater near you! (no, not really.)
part three will follow the remaining survivors, Samantha, William, Julie, and Mike, as they fight to survive a combination of factors in their journey to the refugee bunkers beneath Lake Michigan. things get deadly now, the Weather gets colder, the Dead get even more vicious, and insanity becomes apparent.
coming to a theater near you! (no, not really.)
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