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Zombies Attack



Day 1: The morning was bright and cheerful, but quiet… too quiet. It’s amazing how we get used to the sounds in the area around us. There were no sirens in the streets, in fact no sounds of traffic, no patter of feet on the ground as people walked by, nor the occasional shout of someone calling out, the hum of electricity in the lines overhead was even missing. Cars had stopped in the streets, buildings left vacant. Everything looked like a still photo of what it had been with one exception… the bodies. Dead people were everywhere.It was as if life had been simply removed from everyone all at once. People just started falling over wherever there were regardless of what they were doing. There was no warning, or perhaps the warning was the years of abuse we had heaped upon our planet. Regardless of the cause, the world population was now decreased by over 90%. All walks of life were affected with no social, economic or even racial boundaries. Those of us remaining are left to pick up the pieces and try to start over again – wondering what happened and what’s coming next…
Day 2: The dead are walking! A few of us were scavenging for useful items when Max broke into a car with a corpse in it. The body reached up and grabbed him biting into his arm. He managed to pull back out of the car and the deader actually followed! A few of us clubbed it down until it stopped moving. I was surprised at how easy it was, probably because of all the times I’d spent swinging a sledge hammer. We bound his arm and got the heck out of there as more of them started to rise. We did find a big tool kit, which may prove useful. Who’d have thought I’d be running with a 50# tool box to save my life. Max has been looking a little pale and fell into a delirium. I’m sure it’s an infection setting in. We’ll have to keep that arm clean and go out looking for some first aid supplies. Now that we know that corpses are dangerous we’ll know what to watch for. A couple of us have gone out looking for weapons… Day 3: Max turned on us! One minute he was barking orders the next he’d be staring blankly at a wall. The moments of lucidity were fewer and fewer until one time he simply rolled his eyes back in his head and tried to bite Van, who narrowly escaped by pulling himself up out of the way on a nearby tree limb. Due to some fast thinking Ken  and Hal shot him down and Mitch chopped his body to pieces and burned them. Good thing we found those guns and had them handy. We think there’s some sort of virus that gets transmitted once you’re bitten. We are constantly on the run from crowds of these deaders. They don’t seem to move too quickly though, so it’s only the slowest of us who get caught. Last night, a few of us were looking for food when we came upon a group we had to run from. CB didn’t make it, while the rest of us ran ahead and leaped a barricade to get away. The screams he let off as he was being torn to pieces and eaten alive were almost primal. He was quickly put out of misery by the grenade MT tossed back as we ran. We dropped to the ground as soon as we got over the wall to avoid shrapnel then were back on our feet in no time to run out of there; I never thought burpees would save my life. Will the nightmare end?...
Day 4:We’ve managed to set up a camp outside the city. The deaders seem to congregate mostly in cities, maybe because that was where the majority of them spent their lives. We’ve set up some pretty high walls around our compound. There is one large door that requires several of us to move it in unison to prevent a single deader from getting lucky and opening it. They don’t tend to work as a team so we think it’ll be safe. We have ropes set up in nearby trees to help us get up and over the walls when only a few of us are venturing out. It requires some heavy cleans and presses to get supplies into the compound this way, but those of us who’ve survived can manage the skills. Survival is the ultimate goal.