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...

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.

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.

9/28/09----Rest

Phil told me to just rest all day cause I look weak....thats what I doing.

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.

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???

9/25/09 ---- Getting ready

Before i get into anything, let me just recap in what supplies I have:

My father's army pistol and switch-blade, a few feet of rope, an old video game system, this laptop, 4 bullets, food and water for about another week and a half, and a lighter that I had thrown in my shopping cart at the store.

WHAT CAN I DO!?!?!?!?
I can fight back until I find some more survivors!

Here's my plan, I'm gonna go out again tomorrow in search of more survivors. However, I want to be very prepared for it. That's what today's all about. I gonna go out with my pistol with four bullets, but there's an issue there. There's only 4 bullets, so another goal for tomorrow will be to find an ammunition supply, possibley in a hunting store or a sports store.

I also want to fix myself some weapons. I decided to tie the switch-blade to the rope, so it can now be used as a whip. I also took some metal parts out of the video game console that I easily sharpened and shaped. They can now be used as okay throwing knives, but nothing special.

I also gonna carry a water bottle and a bag of animal crackers in my pockets. However, all i got is a ripped tee-shirt and cargo pants, so I can't really carry much.

Tommorrow, I find more people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9/24/09----FOOD

Ugh someone please help me!

Yesterday and today, all I basically did was build up the fort a little more by creating a make-shift bed from the cardboard boxes of the foods I got from the store. Also, ate a lot of the food that was gotten from the store. I just trying to regain my energy and rest a bit. I want to go out for another run at the wild, but this time I'll be prepared!

9/22/09----story continued

Heres the rest of what I was saying yesterday:

As I ran and ran and ran, I tripped on an open sewer lid. I smacked the ground and completely scraped up my hands. I got up and brushed off the dirt. I didn't want to embarrass myself..... but there was no one to see me fall. I looked down the sewer. I wondered what could possibly be down there. I had a sudden eager to explore, even though it was getting dark. I had my gun with 14 shiny bullets left.

I slid down the ladder. There was a slightly burnt note at the foot of the ladder. I grabbed it and stuffed it in my pocket. I thought to myself that I had to move fast to get out before dark. There was no time to read the note. That could be done later. I walked down the wet concrete pathway till I came to a sealed door. COULD SOMEONE BE HERE???

I knocked slowly. Nothing. I knocked harder. Nothing. I screamed and kicked the door. Something.

There was the sound of someone....or something turning a knob. The door opened. I stared as a small man pushed open the door. He was about 5 feet tall and 120 pounds. He sayed hello. I still just stared. We both ust stared. Eventually we both just hugged each other. THERE WAS ANOTHER HUMAN BEING. YES!!! I am no longer alone. I am acompanied by a partner, another person. I came in and sat on a makeshift wooden chair.

He told me what happened to him. His entire family had been infected by the toxins while he was here at work as a sewer cleaner. He had had to come home to see his family in the mist of their change. He killed them all before they could become animals. He then came back here and has been waiting for someone ever since.

Right as i started to talk, there was another sound. That of something coming down the ladder. We looked out the door. It sure was something. Two of those things came to us. We ran to shut the door, but it was too late. I swung out my pistol and blew 3 holes in one of the things. I shot its left eye out and the two other rounds went in its head. It fell while making an unrealistic screeching sound.

The other one chaged at the sewer guy. I shot him, but it was too late. He grasped his hand on the man and pushed himself onto him. The zombie opened its retched mouth and took a wide bite. At that moment i shot like crazy. I put a total of 6 bullets in the animals chest before it fell. I then slowly turned to the man.

I sat with him as he cried. He told me to just shoot him. He said he had about 30 hours before the effects started to set in. I wouldn't do it. Not to the possible last other human. I just sat with him for hours. He started to foam from the mouth. There was a loud crack. The deed was done. I sat in disbelief staring at his body. I stayed there for a few more hours. I then came back to my forrt and thats how we get to now.

Please, let there be someone else out there, someone alive and non crazy!

9/21/09.....what a week

I'm sure you've noticed that I haven't exactly posted anything for the past 3 days. Well heres the long, amazingly good, turned horrific story:



When I went out on Saturday to get supplies, all was good. The sun was burning bright, it was about 90 degrees out, and there was nothing abnormal. A good, zombie-free day. I first went to the supermarket across the highway from my house. There were no cars to watch for. Unluckily, the place was completely boarded up and I really did not have the energy to get past the wood. I grabbed a metal shopping cart and moved on.

I walked over to the local 7/11 and shattered the door open with a metal rod I found on the way. There was an eerieness as I walked in. No sound. No one. Nothing. I creeped over to the isle with all the individually wrapped foods. There, I shoved all that I could into two paper bags and put them in my cart. What a crappy shopping spree! I just put everything that I could in my cart. I told myself to screw the papers bags and pushed whole shelves into the cart. I then went to the candy isle for a few treats. I decided not to take all the candy or go to other isles. I may need to come back if help doesn't come soon. Before leaving, I took a couple magazines to keep myself from going crazy.

After my eerie experience, I briskly walked over to my makeshift basement fort and dropped off the supplies. I didn't think that I would get that over with so quickly. It was still light out. So I decided to go look for other people. I went to some houses, saw blood drops, and ran out horrified. I then came to a big white house on the end of my block.

The house has always been big, but today it seemed HUGE to me. Guess you never see true beauty till your forced to. The people that lived in the house had always been kinda creepy and stayed to themselves. I easily kicked down the door and went in. There were cobwebs and a bunch of dust everywhere. It was worse than my fort. I went upstairs to find nothing. I went downstairs to find something.

THERE THEY WERE!!!!

I guess I never wondered where the "things" went during the day......well I've found out. At first I stood trapped in fear. They weren't coming after me. They didn't see me. They were in a deep coma like sleep. Thats when I booked it out of there. I ran. And ran. AND RAN. Thank gosh I did cross country.

You're probably wondering why it took me 2 extra days to write back if you're even out there. Well, there's more.......to be told tomorrow!

9/18/09-------- Too Close

Yesterday was way too close. When I left one of the infected cats must have somehow got through my barrier. It ran at me with its red eye's and fresh blood on its fur. I killed it with a single bullet. Thank gosh the army uses good weaponry. Yea so I'm getting freaked out easily know. I heard the wind and didn't shut my eyes for another hour.



I only have 1 more days worth of food and water left so I may have an issue there. I think I'm goin to have to leave my makeshift fort for a while. I think going during the day would be the best thing to do. I heard on my radio ( yea i forgot to mention I have one) , when the broadcasters were still alive, that the creatures tend to stay away from lighted areas. Something about their poor vision and lack of their pupils being able to dilate to light.



I've also been thinking about something else. If the blood on the cat was fresh and if the blood was human blood, then that means that other survivers may be out there. They need to be, they just must!!! I can't be the last surviver, I just cant DAMN IT!!! Its not possible! I'll look for people tomorrow while I'm out searching for supplies.



Well, I'll write again tommorow. Please, let there be someone reading this!

9/17/09 ------ What's Happening!?!?!?!

What the hell is going on!?!? People are dying, the radiation is prevelant, and there are frickin' ZOMBIES. Excuse my outburst but HELP ME (if anyone is even reading this). Since you may not know what's going on, I might as well summarize my story:

Just about a month ago I was the usual teenage high-schooler. I ran XC and was a good student. Nothing abnormal about my world. Then some lunatic nut-jobs decided to release a neuro-toxin in the US. NOW THERE ARE ZOMBIES!!!! The toxin does something to your brain and basically kicks in you animal instincts: it makes you a killing machine. I haven't seen any humans in a week. Thank gosh I found this working laptop. Now I can write about whats happening here. Hopefully somewhere out there, there is someone reading this. Now that I've summed it up, back to today's story.

Basically all I did today was sit in my barricaded basement, cry myself into a nap, and try to fashion together some more weapons. So far all that I have is some safe food and water for about 2 days, my father's army pistol and switch-blade, a few feet of rope, an old video game system, this laptop, and 15 bullets. Wow my life sucks at this moment.

Crap, I think someone......something is coming. Since its almost night I'll write again tommorow....crap....