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Thursday, October 1, 2009
10/1/09 ------ Hello There
Hello there(even though no one is reading this).
This is not Edward writing anymore. This is Phil. I just sent Ed out on a mission to get some supplies from the local hardware store. Its still light out, so he should be fine on his own. Hopefully he's too stupid to read his posts and only posts them. In that case, he will not see that I wrote here for a while. Time for me to talk.
I am 99% positive that no one is reading this blog or whatever I should call it. I am a genius. I said it bluntly, but its true and there is not time for me to beat around the bush. I have a plan. We will not get into that plan just in case Ed does read this post.
I don't have much time before he comes back.
When this whole invasion thing happened I was in my hidden lab in my house. Ed still has no idea about any of the secret things in my house. He's way to dull to do any exploring. He's mentally weak and if it continous, he'll kill himself in the next 2 weeks. I cannot have that happen. At least not until I find someone else. I need a partner to do my dirty work at all times. I always need a pawn.
As I was stating, I was in my lab doing some research. I say the alert on a TV in my lab. I had expected this to happen for some time due to recent terrorist waves and threats. I had equipped my lab with an airtight seal the week before so I turned that on and sat there. I had enough supplies in the room for a week so I sat there for a week and listened to the TV and radio announcements steadily, but surely die out. Once there was silence, I arose from my cave.
Someone/thing is coming...
This is not Edward writing anymore. This is Phil. I just sent Ed out on a mission to get some supplies from the local hardware store. Its still light out, so he should be fine on his own. Hopefully he's too stupid to read his posts and only posts them. In that case, he will not see that I wrote here for a while. Time for me to talk.
I am 99% positive that no one is reading this blog or whatever I should call it. I am a genius. I said it bluntly, but its true and there is not time for me to beat around the bush. I have a plan. We will not get into that plan just in case Ed does read this post.
I don't have much time before he comes back.
When this whole invasion thing happened I was in my hidden lab in my house. Ed still has no idea about any of the secret things in my house. He's way to dull to do any exploring. He's mentally weak and if it continous, he'll kill himself in the next 2 weeks. I cannot have that happen. At least not until I find someone else. I need a partner to do my dirty work at all times. I always need a pawn.
As I was stating, I was in my lab doing some research. I say the alert on a TV in my lab. I had expected this to happen for some time due to recent terrorist waves and threats. I had equipped my lab with an airtight seal the week before so I turned that on and sat there. I had enough supplies in the room for a week so I sat there for a week and listened to the TV and radio announcements steadily, but surely die out. Once there was silence, I arose from my cave.
Someone/thing is coming...
10/1/09-----A new Month
I have survived to see another sunrise, another sunset, and another day go by. I truthfully thought in my head that I would be dead by now....Phils coming...I'll write again tomorrow.
PS Phil's a really creepy guy.
PS Phil's a really creepy guy.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
9/29/09----Explanaition
Phil today finally decided to something with me. He said that we were going Zombie-hunting today. He said that he knew about the zombie breeding / sleeping grounds that I had previously discovered. He wanted to go there and burn it. We needed to kill the creatures while they were at rest. Fighting the awake ones would be too hard. He's a baby. I want to kill them all. Then go over and kill those terrorists.
We went to the house with 2 canisters of gasoline and some lighters and 2 water guns. He told me that there are 2 things that easily kill the beasts : gunshots to the head and fire. He took 2 lighters and taped them each to the front of each water gun. He then filled them with a canister of gasoline.
HOLLY CRAP FLAMETHROWERS!!!
He threw me one and I took it. He told me to stay out and let him go in first. He doused the breeding room with the other canister of gasoline then came back out. He told me that he was going to throw in a match and then we would flame anything that made it out. Easy enough.
He threw in the match and the place went up in a bang. I could feel the heat from 20 feet away from the house. It was amazing. We heard screeches of animals. It was horrific. The sounds were unforgettable.
Everything was going well until we heard some tapping on the windows. Then the glass started to crack un til the window was at its breaking point and just shattered. A bloody zombie dog with a huge cut on its back came out and charged for me. I tried to shoot but I didn't have time to react. Phil shot at the last moment. He did't kill the animal but it ran away.
"Nice, dumbass" he said.
I said nothing back. I was about to say something but another thing came out the window. It was a human female. It limbed towards Phil and screeched at him. It opened its jaws and pounced. I shot it first. It lit on fire and screamed. It tried to crawl at Phil again, but he just flamed it again. It sprawled all over and made exotic noises until finally it gave up.
We walked home drenched in sweat. It was a day I won't soon forget. He said most of our days now will consist of killing these creatures until we can from an army of survivors. He said tomorrow will also be a joy.
We went to the house with 2 canisters of gasoline and some lighters and 2 water guns. He told me that there are 2 things that easily kill the beasts : gunshots to the head and fire. He took 2 lighters and taped them each to the front of each water gun. He then filled them with a canister of gasoline.
HOLLY CRAP FLAMETHROWERS!!!
He threw me one and I took it. He told me to stay out and let him go in first. He doused the breeding room with the other canister of gasoline then came back out. He told me that he was going to throw in a match and then we would flame anything that made it out. Easy enough.
He threw in the match and the place went up in a bang. I could feel the heat from 20 feet away from the house. It was amazing. We heard screeches of animals. It was horrific. The sounds were unforgettable.
Everything was going well until we heard some tapping on the windows. Then the glass started to crack un til the window was at its breaking point and just shattered. A bloody zombie dog with a huge cut on its back came out and charged for me. I tried to shoot but I didn't have time to react. Phil shot at the last moment. He did't kill the animal but it ran away.
"Nice, dumbass" he said.
I said nothing back. I was about to say something but another thing came out the window. It was a human female. It limbed towards Phil and screeched at him. It opened its jaws and pounced. I shot it first. It lit on fire and screamed. It tried to crawl at Phil again, but he just flamed it again. It sprawled all over and made exotic noises until finally it gave up.
We walked home drenched in sweat. It was a day I won't soon forget. He said most of our days now will consist of killing these creatures until we can from an army of survivors. He said tomorrow will also be a joy.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
9/27/09-----The stalker
Another CRAZY day in the zombie infested nation.
I went back to the creeps house. I went to the front door this time and it was unlocked. He was expecting me. I walked in with my pistol drawn and loaded. There were some stairs going up to the right of me and a hallway to a large opening to the left. I walked down the hall. As I arrived at the end I saw a kitchen to the left and a dining room to the right. It was all in perfect condition, unlike the other houses. It was as if nothing had happened. The rooms had a modern style to them. I felt at ease.
Someone spoke.
"Hello there. Welcome to my safe house."
I spun around to see a man in a blood-stained tee-shirt and dirty blue jeans. He walked towards me.
"It's okay. I'm not.....well one of them. I see you're another survivor. How come it took you so long to find me?"
I was frightened, but estatic at the same time, but couldn't get myself to speak.
"You got my note. Guess you never read it. Well, looks like if we want to survive, we're gonna have to be partners. My name's Phil. I've been observing you for quite a while. I wanted to see how long it would take you to find me and if you were worth my trouble. You've proved yourself valuable to me. You will now be staying here instead of your crappy makeshift place. Together we'll begin searching for more survivors. We'll try to bring the human race back together."
I was still speechless.
"Go get your stuff. You'll just spend the rest of the day and night resting. We'll speak again tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget your laptop."
So that's where I am now. In some random guy's house who I know nothing about. He interests me. He seems like he'll help a lot and he definitely knows what he's talking about. Why does he want my laptop so badly. We'll find out tomorrow. Wow I said we. I guess you really get attached to inanimate objects when your alone for so long. Or maybe there is a person out there reading this.
I went back to the creeps house. I went to the front door this time and it was unlocked. He was expecting me. I walked in with my pistol drawn and loaded. There were some stairs going up to the right of me and a hallway to a large opening to the left. I walked down the hall. As I arrived at the end I saw a kitchen to the left and a dining room to the right. It was all in perfect condition, unlike the other houses. It was as if nothing had happened. The rooms had a modern style to them. I felt at ease.
Someone spoke.
"Hello there. Welcome to my safe house."
I spun around to see a man in a blood-stained tee-shirt and dirty blue jeans. He walked towards me.
"It's okay. I'm not.....well one of them. I see you're another survivor. How come it took you so long to find me?"
I was frightened, but estatic at the same time, but couldn't get myself to speak.
"You got my note. Guess you never read it. Well, looks like if we want to survive, we're gonna have to be partners. My name's Phil. I've been observing you for quite a while. I wanted to see how long it would take you to find me and if you were worth my trouble. You've proved yourself valuable to me. You will now be staying here instead of your crappy makeshift place. Together we'll begin searching for more survivors. We'll try to bring the human race back together."
I was still speechless.
"Go get your stuff. You'll just spend the rest of the day and night resting. We'll speak again tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget your laptop."
So that's where I am now. In some random guy's house who I know nothing about. He interests me. He seems like he'll help a lot and he definitely knows what he's talking about. Why does he want my laptop so badly. We'll find out tomorrow. Wow I said we. I guess you really get attached to inanimate objects when your alone for so long. Or maybe there is a person out there reading this.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
9/26/09 ---- Second Chance
What a frick''n day!!!!
Well, as I previously stated, I decided to go out into the wild. However, I didn't state that I'm bringing my laptop with me. Its a pain to carry around so i just put all my weapons and the laptop in the cart and am wheeling that around.
I went out at the crack of dawn, even though my parents aren't alive....or should I same human enough.....to wake me up. I opened up the barricade, went out, then crudely put it back up. I set off and went down a differant street than I went down yesterday. Here's a description of my location.
My fort is in the basement of my house on the corner of Thompson St. and Borden St. On the other corner of Borden St., there's a big intersection. On the other side of the intersection is the store and the area I went to my last time out. On the other end of Thompson is another smaller intersection that goes through a bunch of residential areas.
Today I went down Thompson and left at the intersection. This took me to a residential dead end that I decided to search.
I went in the first house on the left. It was a small white house. Now that no one could take care of it, it looked like crap. I went to the door, but I couldn't open it. So instead, I went to the side door and smashed its panel windows in with the butt of my switch blade. I reached in to undo the lock. Right as I switched it open, a siren went off and a smoke bomb exploded in my face.
I couldn't see anything. I fell on the ground and tried to reach for my gun, but I left it with all my other supplies in the cart in the front yard. DAMN! Sweat started to bead down my face. I thought it was finally the end. The things had gotten smart and set a trap to finish the last survivor. I was done for. I heard loud footsteps. Something kicked me in the face. My nose started bleeding. I was kicked again and again until I blacked out.
I then woke up here, in my fort, with my cart, my cuts patched up, 15 more bullets in my cart, and a note in my pocket. The note said:
"You're not alone Come back tomorrow at mid-day. PS I've been observing you."
I freaked out, but its in English. THERES SOMEONE ELSE!!! I knew I wasn't alone! I guess I'll go back tomorrow and carefully see what this freak's up to. He's been watching me???
Well, as I previously stated, I decided to go out into the wild. However, I didn't state that I'm bringing my laptop with me. Its a pain to carry around so i just put all my weapons and the laptop in the cart and am wheeling that around.
I went out at the crack of dawn, even though my parents aren't alive....or should I same human enough.....to wake me up. I opened up the barricade, went out, then crudely put it back up. I set off and went down a differant street than I went down yesterday. Here's a description of my location.
My fort is in the basement of my house on the corner of Thompson St. and Borden St. On the other corner of Borden St., there's a big intersection. On the other side of the intersection is the store and the area I went to my last time out. On the other end of Thompson is another smaller intersection that goes through a bunch of residential areas.
Today I went down Thompson and left at the intersection. This took me to a residential dead end that I decided to search.
I went in the first house on the left. It was a small white house. Now that no one could take care of it, it looked like crap. I went to the door, but I couldn't open it. So instead, I went to the side door and smashed its panel windows in with the butt of my switch blade. I reached in to undo the lock. Right as I switched it open, a siren went off and a smoke bomb exploded in my face.
I couldn't see anything. I fell on the ground and tried to reach for my gun, but I left it with all my other supplies in the cart in the front yard. DAMN! Sweat started to bead down my face. I thought it was finally the end. The things had gotten smart and set a trap to finish the last survivor. I was done for. I heard loud footsteps. Something kicked me in the face. My nose started bleeding. I was kicked again and again until I blacked out.
I then woke up here, in my fort, with my cart, my cuts patched up, 15 more bullets in my cart, and a note in my pocket. The note said:
"You're not alone Come back tomorrow at mid-day. PS I've been observing you."
I freaked out, but its in English. THERES SOMEONE ELSE!!! I knew I wasn't alone! I guess I'll go back tomorrow and carefully see what this freak's up to. He's been watching me???
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