A slight fact I overlooked when finding company. Since this all began I have spent most of the time alone, twitching to every noise made. This has made sleeping difficult with a restless sleeper at my side.
Also trying to advise my rules and tactics has made me seem all self important.
Though in a way it is important that I have made myself clear.Though most things are group decisions, I am still following the plan I set forward earlier.
When chased by Rani, no holding back for the other. There are two ways to find each other. Phone, or failing that, returning to the spot they were last seen.
I decided for a few days that I'll travel slower, partly to help my leg heal a bit as it is still swollen and partly to get Sam accustomed to how I've been operating. I'm fine with advice on things to do as time goes on but considering she's been inside so much over the period of this I have made it clear that my methods have kept me alive and her's are untested. Her reply was that my methods were to keep ME alive, not US, perhaps she is right, but right now it's easier to learn than guess, so if I have to scrap all I've learnt in almost two weeks of hell, it better had be for a damn good reason. Even then all my rules would be at the back of my mind ingrained.
To tell the truth, her respectively loud sleeping isn't the only thing keeping me awake. Standing on the edge of death again yesterday wasn't good. I stared for a moment into each of the Rani's eyes. Reminding me of that one on Day 1. I have told Sam about day one pretty fully. It's a lot easier to cover in speech than writing. But she mainly asked about that instance because thats the closest I came to one really, the one at home didn't count as it was a fleeting encounter apparently.
I kept waking last night with the red iris burned into my eyes. Is this a sign of something else? Am I infected, or are all my dreams just dreams based on fear.
So we started moving towards the northside again, only made a couple of streets then we caught sight of a few stray Rani, and thought best not to risk it just yet.
Day 1
I found the walkie talkie had an old style jack. Retro 90's huge headphones? I thought. Luckily (8?) I had an adapter on me that my dad gave me for when I played Sonic as a child. I plugged it in and pulled out my headphones and attached them too and put one bud in my ear. I turned it on and static hissed for a while. Then I whispered "Hi again, you can talk all you like, I'll answer when I can." He proceeded to tell me all about himself and how he was still okay in the house, evidently blocking all downstairs rooms to ensure nothing got in. Sadly it would be the end of him, but that comes later. It's just weird knowing that he was destined to die the moment he blocked his exits... And a bit strange looking back, I had an incline that it would go wrong, but maybe that was just the fact that everything had. My phone battery was nearly dead from not charging, I couldn't get through to anyone in my family, or even friends, and for all intensive purposes I was alone on a branch of a tree at night in the middle of September. I'm not the most optimistic person in the world, and the whole situation didn't exactly help.
He told me about the news reports and turned the tv on so I could hear it. That was the first I officially knew. Part of it included the incident with my friend, but I thought best not to mention it to my new friend. So I just lay there staring at a few stars through the tree above me, about 15 feet above the ground. Shortly after I said goodnight and turned the walkie off, slowly falling asleep.
And that's how my first day ended. The next days will be longer simply as I woke on the first day about half way through. Never again will I sleep for that amount of time. Cliche aside, there's not enough time to live as it is, I have to make the most of my chances.
I hope you make another day
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Day 12
Day 1
So they flashed a torch and I was hesitant. But I was hungry, thirsty and terrified.
I climbed down looking around and walked through the gate to the house, expecting them to open the door and usher me in, instead they opened the upper window and dropped a bag. The second one that I carry today. In it lay a torch, some batteries, some food, water bottles (which is the reason I only drink bottled water now: the chance of infection in the water supply from the Rani running through rivers and lakes is so high, how can we expect normal waste cleanage, even evaporation to work?), a walkie talkie and a note.
The note, which I keep on me now, read.
I'm sorry that I cannot let you in but I'm scared just like you, I can't let you in just yet, I'm just not sure. I've put some stuff in here so you don't starve. And if you feel brave enough to talk on the walkie, I'm on the other end, keep to the frequency it's already on. My names Scott by the way.
I turned the walkie talkie on and looked up "My name's Peter", his quiet reply crackled over "Hi"
Day 12
I decided against approaching her just yet. I promised to follow another day and end it regardless. If she hadn't run into anyone by then she should be alone...
I followed her for a while crossing back and forth. Quite annoyingly she was taking me further from where I wanted to go, but I couldn't just leave her here until I knew.
It happened so fast in the end. I had just climbed to a roof after losing her for a second, I really didn't know how she did it, how can you avoid someone while going so slow...
But a group attacked her. Her reflexes were stupid fast but not enough. I thought to myself "hell if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die trying to save a damsel" I dropped my bag and took I guess the driver? and jumped down (only first floor this time) and took wild swings to the Rani. After a few failed attempts a sickening thud followed so sharply a sudden stop of the club made me realise I had hit my target. It's head was horribly caved in and it grasped at me as it fell dead (again... I thought)
By now she had seen me, and the Rani had realised they had 3 treats.
Another tip. Rani WILL feast upon their dead dead. The more you kill the more targets you make for them to eat.
All I managed was "Roof" pointing vaguely to where I had been. She obviously knew where I pointed as she broke out and made for it.
I was completely cut off from it. I abandoned getting the club. Someone could get it later when the Rani had stripped this one clean.
I ran for the corner shop to the other side of me. I decided at the last second to go inside was a death waiting to happen, so I took the opportunity to leap at the overhanging store sign and pulled myself up, and onto the lower roof. Isolated now from my bag and her I thought I was screwed. But I looked up and saw her pick up my stuff and hold it towards me and shrug. 'Thank god' I thought. Her best time to bail was now, taking all or any of my stuff and she didn't
She's saying now that it didn't occur to her and next time she'll just leave. For those who thought we wouldn't meet up after, sorry to ruin the suspense, but she wasn't backing down over that comment.
After a while the Rani had cleared their fallen comrade and now all that was left were two meals, one out of reach and the other on a ledge. Thank goodness I was safe... ha yeah right. I had spent too long trying to figure out what to do then suddenly I heard a lot of noise in front of me. The girl had climbed back down and was waving and screaming at them. Almost instantly all the Rani lost interest in me and ran for her, she made it back to the roof, obviously now tired from climbing freely up a wall, albeit slightly damaged.
I took the chance to climb down and run down the street to another low roof. This one ajoined a taller building, which then terraced down to where she was. Wasn't exactly fun to rely on gutters to stop me from falling, but needs must. After what felt like hours I made it to the edge, and another crappy jump for me to make to ensure I wasn't eaten or put out of commission from injury.
All details aside I made it just, as the girl pulled all she could to stop me falling back into the crowd of Rani. We fell, luckily she backwards and me forwards. As we lay next to each other I managed a "thanks", she replied "we're even, and I'm Sam". I just laughed, somehow I had managed to find someone that was willing to help me as much as I helped them.
We eventually managed to get to the next roof and slowly lose the Rani. I explained my reasons and she nodded, explaining hers.
An introduction (as she looks over my shoulder in an appartment room) Sam, 17, College student, sleeping in on the weekend to what would become Day 1, was watching about a 20something getting attacked the day before on the news before the news came. Her parents were home on holiday, and they took to a car and tried to get away. That failed, they retreated and in the end the neighbours all came into one house, moving to different houses in the street every few days. Worked well until on Day10 out of nowhere hundreds of Rani (which she also thinks is better than the Z word though she may just be being nice, makes them things not monsters from films) got them while in the street. They scattered, she lost everyone, and ended up sleeping in a car terrified then got out and wandered past the building I was in part the way through the day. As to the reflexes, thank karate from age 5, she is apparently not really that good, but 'good enough'.
She herself refused to write here frowning at me quite intensely when I suggested it
We did however spent hours talking. Including talking about a worrying fact I overlooked: can spiders and flies get infected? Would they carry it, or just die? I must admit I haven't seen any flies since this began... It makes time pass so much quicker, especially with a self-proclaimed editor over my shoulder the entire time... Though it doesn't mean I have to listen.
No further news,
I hope you make another day (so does she apparently)
So they flashed a torch and I was hesitant. But I was hungry, thirsty and terrified.
I climbed down looking around and walked through the gate to the house, expecting them to open the door and usher me in, instead they opened the upper window and dropped a bag. The second one that I carry today. In it lay a torch, some batteries, some food, water bottles (which is the reason I only drink bottled water now: the chance of infection in the water supply from the Rani running through rivers and lakes is so high, how can we expect normal waste cleanage, even evaporation to work?), a walkie talkie and a note.
The note, which I keep on me now, read.
I'm sorry that I cannot let you in but I'm scared just like you, I can't let you in just yet, I'm just not sure. I've put some stuff in here so you don't starve. And if you feel brave enough to talk on the walkie, I'm on the other end, keep to the frequency it's already on. My names Scott by the way.
I turned the walkie talkie on and looked up "My name's Peter", his quiet reply crackled over "Hi"
Day 12
I decided against approaching her just yet. I promised to follow another day and end it regardless. If she hadn't run into anyone by then she should be alone...
I followed her for a while crossing back and forth. Quite annoyingly she was taking me further from where I wanted to go, but I couldn't just leave her here until I knew.
It happened so fast in the end. I had just climbed to a roof after losing her for a second, I really didn't know how she did it, how can you avoid someone while going so slow...
But a group attacked her. Her reflexes were stupid fast but not enough. I thought to myself "hell if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die trying to save a damsel" I dropped my bag and took I guess the driver? and jumped down (only first floor this time) and took wild swings to the Rani. After a few failed attempts a sickening thud followed so sharply a sudden stop of the club made me realise I had hit my target. It's head was horribly caved in and it grasped at me as it fell dead (again... I thought)
By now she had seen me, and the Rani had realised they had 3 treats.
Another tip. Rani WILL feast upon their dead dead. The more you kill the more targets you make for them to eat.
All I managed was "Roof" pointing vaguely to where I had been. She obviously knew where I pointed as she broke out and made for it.
I was completely cut off from it. I abandoned getting the club. Someone could get it later when the Rani had stripped this one clean.
I ran for the corner shop to the other side of me. I decided at the last second to go inside was a death waiting to happen, so I took the opportunity to leap at the overhanging store sign and pulled myself up, and onto the lower roof. Isolated now from my bag and her I thought I was screwed. But I looked up and saw her pick up my stuff and hold it towards me and shrug. 'Thank god' I thought. Her best time to bail was now, taking all or any of my stuff and she didn't
She's saying now that it didn't occur to her and next time she'll just leave. For those who thought we wouldn't meet up after, sorry to ruin the suspense, but she wasn't backing down over that comment.
After a while the Rani had cleared their fallen comrade and now all that was left were two meals, one out of reach and the other on a ledge. Thank goodness I was safe... ha yeah right. I had spent too long trying to figure out what to do then suddenly I heard a lot of noise in front of me. The girl had climbed back down and was waving and screaming at them. Almost instantly all the Rani lost interest in me and ran for her, she made it back to the roof, obviously now tired from climbing freely up a wall, albeit slightly damaged.
I took the chance to climb down and run down the street to another low roof. This one ajoined a taller building, which then terraced down to where she was. Wasn't exactly fun to rely on gutters to stop me from falling, but needs must. After what felt like hours I made it to the edge, and another crappy jump for me to make to ensure I wasn't eaten or put out of commission from injury.
All details aside I made it just, as the girl pulled all she could to stop me falling back into the crowd of Rani. We fell, luckily she backwards and me forwards. As we lay next to each other I managed a "thanks", she replied "we're even, and I'm Sam". I just laughed, somehow I had managed to find someone that was willing to help me as much as I helped them.
We eventually managed to get to the next roof and slowly lose the Rani. I explained my reasons and she nodded, explaining hers.
An introduction (as she looks over my shoulder in an appartment room) Sam, 17, College student, sleeping in on the weekend to what would become Day 1, was watching about a 20something getting attacked the day before on the news before the news came. Her parents were home on holiday, and they took to a car and tried to get away. That failed, they retreated and in the end the neighbours all came into one house, moving to different houses in the street every few days. Worked well until on Day10 out of nowhere hundreds of Rani (which she also thinks is better than the Z word though she may just be being nice, makes them things not monsters from films) got them while in the street. They scattered, she lost everyone, and ended up sleeping in a car terrified then got out and wandered past the building I was in part the way through the day. As to the reflexes, thank karate from age 5, she is apparently not really that good, but 'good enough'.
She herself refused to write here frowning at me quite intensely when I suggested it
We did however spent hours talking. Including talking about a worrying fact I overlooked: can spiders and flies get infected? Would they carry it, or just die? I must admit I haven't seen any flies since this began... It makes time pass so much quicker, especially with a self-proclaimed editor over my shoulder the entire time... Though it doesn't mean I have to listen.
No further news,
I hope you make another day (so does she apparently)
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Day 11
I was a bit vague in my description yesterday, in which I said I had just been here a while. Here being the same house as Day 10. I don't actually do a lot with my time, I just think about the world, what has happened, is it real, and just zone out mostly, with the occasional noise bringing me to my senses.
Its 1pm and so far I've had to stay again today. I blame one reason, but it's two. 1, being my leg. 2, being the Rani being back in force. The street is covered. I can't even risk another look, if they see me here, they won't leave, and who knows what that will bring.
Detached house... No roof escape like there would be in town...
I'm an idiot I know I am, if I had been more careful then and landed better I wouldn't have stayed here another day, and I wouldn't be in this situation... Protip: think ahead...
Although good news: it brings some accuracy to the belief they follow in a cycle, maybe even mistakenly following their own scent, mistaking a fading one to a person running away...
Radio has been quieter than usual. I fear that few remain. I hope that they are just out of range or out of power... I don't want to be alone quite frankly.
Day 1
After watching the incident unfold where I actually saw the heartaching, gut wrenching event of a person's transformation into a Rani I simply said "Zombies? Fuck this" and proceeded to rub my head trying to relax. Of course this was a mistake, the Rani still remaining made a break for me until it was right below me, to which it just reached up. Unjumping, nor attempting to get on it's toes. Hours past as I stared deep into it's eyes. Blackened-red; bloodshot, but I saw blue, just a bit, though maybe I imagined it. I wondered for a split second if the person who was, still lived, and if they could go back, but I dismissed it, who would want to after seeing and 'doing' all the Ranis do?
Luck seemed to smile upon me again for the 6th time in 2 days (friend not me, stayed home in outbreak, Rani not seeing me straight off at home, gap in survivors to escape through, and finally the branch still being sturdy enough to lay upon and tie myself to.)
However luck didn't smile upon another who was running from a group of them and straight into my area. He didn't even notice the one below me. Unbelievably it was one of the group who approached me by the cars. He was laughing manically, almost taunting them, I shouted to warm him, he looked at me then below and saw the Rani staring at him as it ran barely 3metres away from him. Too late.
Protip even ahead of them you are behind them too, don't be stupid.
I suppose I could write a list of my tips and things I live by, but who is to say if my rules would work for you? I can simply put my experiences to words and hope you learn the important things. Though as you have seen I do give advice when needed. Simply some things MUST be learnt to live.
But the Rani's eyes I'll never forget. They haunt my every moment, I imagine them round every corner, seeing into my soul. I told the group I ran into on Day 4 some of this, and I really think it is this part that put them off letting me join them. A fear that I had broken? I don't blame them, I think I have. Am I anything like who I was then? Did I use to dream I was a monster? That I had those eyes...
I lay facing the ground for hours still and saw light flickering from a house, I only know 2 letters fully in morse code. Luckily for me (7th), S.O.S. is known to many. I glanced about, a person alive who knew I was safe I couldn't
Day 11
I'm sorry for cutting there. I guess it won't mean much to you as your cut is a line. At the time of writing, I glanced out the window. The area clearing, and a person trying desperately to hide. They would be I guess 2 or 3 years younger than me, I decided I had to take the chance to follow them to see if they could be trusted, and get help from them. I got blacked up including my face. Even though it is daytime some shadows in the rubble of buildings are like night, and I intended to use them. I picked up the gimick of a set of nightvision lenses I had found along with 5 golf clubs (don't ask which it means nothing to me). No use leaving anything behind eh?
So I followed their sloppy work as they panicked all along the roads. With Rani in the streets behind us, there was no chance that (it turns out) she was with anyone. I didn't know how she made it alone like this unless she had amazing flight or fight responses and awesome speed. Turns out a bit of both. Out of the blue a Rani attacked her and she shrugged it off before grabbing a brick and smashing it down onto it's head. Then she vanished down an alley. It took me 20minutes to find her scurrying again. I made the first real joke to myself since this bega and it was terrible (bipolar Rani killer) but it passed the time. Eventually she settled for a very decent house and climbed through an open window, to which I climbed into a building the opposite side of the street so I could keep an eye on her movements. I didn't see much until it became dark and a light flickered on in the bedroom, only a torch, but risky in my opinion.
You may ask how I knew she was going to settle here. To me people just act different in terms of looking about when entering a safe place. Exits, possible dangers, current dangers, damage; do they take this into account, I don't know but I noticed it first on people on Day 4, and after I realised I did it too upon entering a building for the night.
Nethertheless I was ecstatic that I had judged right, and there she was. My crappy nightvision lenses zoomed a little and I saw she was writing, and wiping her eyes (crying?). So here I now am, do I follow up and talk to her. I have a torch...
One more day following could mean losing contact, or one of us dying...
What to do in a situation that you might die? I must choose soon.
Sorry for the break in Day 1.
I hope you make another day
Its 1pm and so far I've had to stay again today. I blame one reason, but it's two. 1, being my leg. 2, being the Rani being back in force. The street is covered. I can't even risk another look, if they see me here, they won't leave, and who knows what that will bring.
Detached house... No roof escape like there would be in town...
I'm an idiot I know I am, if I had been more careful then and landed better I wouldn't have stayed here another day, and I wouldn't be in this situation... Protip: think ahead...
Although good news: it brings some accuracy to the belief they follow in a cycle, maybe even mistakenly following their own scent, mistaking a fading one to a person running away...
Radio has been quieter than usual. I fear that few remain. I hope that they are just out of range or out of power... I don't want to be alone quite frankly.
Day 1
After watching the incident unfold where I actually saw the heartaching, gut wrenching event of a person's transformation into a Rani I simply said "Zombies? Fuck this" and proceeded to rub my head trying to relax. Of course this was a mistake, the Rani still remaining made a break for me until it was right below me, to which it just reached up. Unjumping, nor attempting to get on it's toes. Hours past as I stared deep into it's eyes. Blackened-red; bloodshot, but I saw blue, just a bit, though maybe I imagined it. I wondered for a split second if the person who was, still lived, and if they could go back, but I dismissed it, who would want to after seeing and 'doing' all the Ranis do?
Luck seemed to smile upon me again for the 6th time in 2 days (friend not me, stayed home in outbreak, Rani not seeing me straight off at home, gap in survivors to escape through, and finally the branch still being sturdy enough to lay upon and tie myself to.)
However luck didn't smile upon another who was running from a group of them and straight into my area. He didn't even notice the one below me. Unbelievably it was one of the group who approached me by the cars. He was laughing manically, almost taunting them, I shouted to warm him, he looked at me then below and saw the Rani staring at him as it ran barely 3metres away from him. Too late.
Protip even ahead of them you are behind them too, don't be stupid.
I suppose I could write a list of my tips and things I live by, but who is to say if my rules would work for you? I can simply put my experiences to words and hope you learn the important things. Though as you have seen I do give advice when needed. Simply some things MUST be learnt to live.
But the Rani's eyes I'll never forget. They haunt my every moment, I imagine them round every corner, seeing into my soul. I told the group I ran into on Day 4 some of this, and I really think it is this part that put them off letting me join them. A fear that I had broken? I don't blame them, I think I have. Am I anything like who I was then? Did I use to dream I was a monster? That I had those eyes...
I lay facing the ground for hours still and saw light flickering from a house, I only know 2 letters fully in morse code. Luckily for me (7th), S.O.S. is known to many. I glanced about, a person alive who knew I was safe I couldn't
Day 11
I'm sorry for cutting there. I guess it won't mean much to you as your cut is a line. At the time of writing, I glanced out the window. The area clearing, and a person trying desperately to hide. They would be I guess 2 or 3 years younger than me, I decided I had to take the chance to follow them to see if they could be trusted, and get help from them. I got blacked up including my face. Even though it is daytime some shadows in the rubble of buildings are like night, and I intended to use them. I picked up the gimick of a set of nightvision lenses I had found along with 5 golf clubs (don't ask which it means nothing to me). No use leaving anything behind eh?
So I followed their sloppy work as they panicked all along the roads. With Rani in the streets behind us, there was no chance that (it turns out) she was with anyone. I didn't know how she made it alone like this unless she had amazing flight or fight responses and awesome speed. Turns out a bit of both. Out of the blue a Rani attacked her and she shrugged it off before grabbing a brick and smashing it down onto it's head. Then she vanished down an alley. It took me 20minutes to find her scurrying again. I made the first real joke to myself since this bega and it was terrible (bipolar Rani killer) but it passed the time. Eventually she settled for a very decent house and climbed through an open window, to which I climbed into a building the opposite side of the street so I could keep an eye on her movements. I didn't see much until it became dark and a light flickered on in the bedroom, only a torch, but risky in my opinion.
You may ask how I knew she was going to settle here. To me people just act different in terms of looking about when entering a safe place. Exits, possible dangers, current dangers, damage; do they take this into account, I don't know but I noticed it first on people on Day 4, and after I realised I did it too upon entering a building for the night.
Nethertheless I was ecstatic that I had judged right, and there she was. My crappy nightvision lenses zoomed a little and I saw she was writing, and wiping her eyes (crying?). So here I now am, do I follow up and talk to her. I have a torch...
One more day following could mean losing contact, or one of us dying...
What to do in a situation that you might die? I must choose soon.
Sorry for the break in Day 1.
I hope you make another day
Monday, 27 September 2010
Day 10
I finally found a place which is safe enough. I.e. as safe as I'm gonna get.
My new plan consists of getting to the police station in town before trying to get to the SAS camp. It's probably just as quick to get to the camp as the station from where I am, but its a lot of open areas with very little safe places. I'd rather be prepared. Even a riot shield would be awesome...
I suppose I should enlighten people over my miraculous escape a bit further My fall two stories (well one and a half as I lowered myself down a bit) sprained my ankle really bad. Adrenaline helped me run when I needed, but it's only supposed to be temporary. The more I run the worse it gets. Really I need two or three days rest before using it properly, but I can't see that happening. It's another reason I'm heading for the station, I can rest however much I want throughout in any open house.
Good news however. I found a very nice set of golf clubs which I will be taking, birthday wrapped. Found the receipt also, at about £2grand I don't think they'll break on me easy.
I slept badly from Day 8-9 my leg hurt seriously. I'm refusing to take pills just because I want to be fully alert whatever happens but I'm really struggling.
I'm probably only a mile or so from my last safe house but I've been back and forth being chased. I'm seriously wound up about that.
You may wonder what exactly I have got upto to get only a mile from where I was in basically 2 days. Simply: it takes a really really long time to move from house to house safely, especially with so many Rani's out there. You have to move and wait, move and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, move! Yesterday I actually only covered 10 or so houses but it was probably the most tiring of my days so far, my injury combining with the fear of not only the Rani's but of people.
Today I covered more distance because there seemed to be less activity on the dead front. They must have been distracted by something but because of the reduced fear I couldn't make it so far. I've actually been in this house a number of hours, just wasting my day; wasting a really good chance to make it there safely...
I'm going to talk about previous days. There's not much new to talk about here, it's all covered in the first few days, so I may as well get two birds with one stone eh? I've been thinking about it as well. I really think the first days need to be fully documented so I'm going to try and make an account of all the time I remember on those days. It's going to take some time to do, so please bare with me on it.
Day 1
When I got to the road I saw chaos; traffic full both in and out of the city. I guess families were trying to get to their children and lovers as well as escape. This just meant their deaths. The roads are just as blocked now, just there are no people in the cars. It seems that something big happened somewhere by the bridge so people were stuck, and all the way to Locks Garage something happened there from what I could get on the AM radios.
People actually screamed at me when I came over the hedges, probably as I had scratched my face up quite a bit. At this point though I still hadn't heard the news, and in a way I'm glad I hadn't. Some people actually got out of their cars with sledgehammers and walked towards me. They would have killed me if I hadn't spoken to them. They were surprized by my "what are you doing?" but then most carried on regardless. Again in hindsight they probably thought the small cuts on my face were me being infected. But the fact that some didn't move meant I had a path to run through; I took it, running through gaps between cars and jumping over the brook. I headed into Newton Farm looking for a place to hide. I knew of a few there.
Luckily one still existed, a crappy little platform halfway up a tree, now covered in branches and, annoyingly, a prickly bush. But still it completely obscured me from the Rani's over the next day.
Luckily as well the weather would be warm... Else I would have frozen there...
But back to the day. I saw increasing amounts of wandering people, looking slightly dazed and worried. I dozed off, with the first real burst of adrenaline I've had in a while wearing off. After a couple of hours I awoke to screaming; remaining very still I slowly turned my head to see a woman being chased by a group of the wanderers. It seems Rani's only have blood on them after they are attacked to convert, or are attacking others. The initial infections looked pseudo normal, so strange to think of it now, considering none look like that...
I turned just in time to see her caught. I was frozen in fear as I watched her die. I worry she knew I was there and that's why she was running my way; did I fail her?
As the last parts of her life faded I saw flickers in the windows of other viewers of this horror and down the street came a dog, so strange to see it, a golden retriever blacked with drying blood. It launched at them to attack them and they all moved in to attack it. It took a long time to subdue it, enough for the former screaming woman to stand and take her place too. It took longer for me to realise that the dog had been infected too. Maybe from protecting it's owner I dunno. But for some reason it didn't associate itself with the Rani's who never attack each other. Maybe it's to do with the sight thing... I'm just speculating. Whatever the reason it's a very slight plus; it means I won't always be first on the menu.
The pain on my leg is easing, so I'm signing off, can't miss another opportunity to sleep. Barricaded safely, I hope...
I hope you make another day
My new plan consists of getting to the police station in town before trying to get to the SAS camp. It's probably just as quick to get to the camp as the station from where I am, but its a lot of open areas with very little safe places. I'd rather be prepared. Even a riot shield would be awesome...
I suppose I should enlighten people over my miraculous escape a bit further My fall two stories (well one and a half as I lowered myself down a bit) sprained my ankle really bad. Adrenaline helped me run when I needed, but it's only supposed to be temporary. The more I run the worse it gets. Really I need two or three days rest before using it properly, but I can't see that happening. It's another reason I'm heading for the station, I can rest however much I want throughout in any open house.
Good news however. I found a very nice set of golf clubs which I will be taking, birthday wrapped. Found the receipt also, at about £2grand I don't think they'll break on me easy.
I slept badly from Day 8-9 my leg hurt seriously. I'm refusing to take pills just because I want to be fully alert whatever happens but I'm really struggling.
I'm probably only a mile or so from my last safe house but I've been back and forth being chased. I'm seriously wound up about that.
You may wonder what exactly I have got upto to get only a mile from where I was in basically 2 days. Simply: it takes a really really long time to move from house to house safely, especially with so many Rani's out there. You have to move and wait, move and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, move! Yesterday I actually only covered 10 or so houses but it was probably the most tiring of my days so far, my injury combining with the fear of not only the Rani's but of people.
Today I covered more distance because there seemed to be less activity on the dead front. They must have been distracted by something but because of the reduced fear I couldn't make it so far. I've actually been in this house a number of hours, just wasting my day; wasting a really good chance to make it there safely...
I'm going to talk about previous days. There's not much new to talk about here, it's all covered in the first few days, so I may as well get two birds with one stone eh? I've been thinking about it as well. I really think the first days need to be fully documented so I'm going to try and make an account of all the time I remember on those days. It's going to take some time to do, so please bare with me on it.
Day 1
When I got to the road I saw chaos; traffic full both in and out of the city. I guess families were trying to get to their children and lovers as well as escape. This just meant their deaths. The roads are just as blocked now, just there are no people in the cars. It seems that something big happened somewhere by the bridge so people were stuck, and all the way to Locks Garage something happened there from what I could get on the AM radios.
People actually screamed at me when I came over the hedges, probably as I had scratched my face up quite a bit. At this point though I still hadn't heard the news, and in a way I'm glad I hadn't. Some people actually got out of their cars with sledgehammers and walked towards me. They would have killed me if I hadn't spoken to them. They were surprized by my "what are you doing?" but then most carried on regardless. Again in hindsight they probably thought the small cuts on my face were me being infected. But the fact that some didn't move meant I had a path to run through; I took it, running through gaps between cars and jumping over the brook. I headed into Newton Farm looking for a place to hide. I knew of a few there.
Luckily one still existed, a crappy little platform halfway up a tree, now covered in branches and, annoyingly, a prickly bush. But still it completely obscured me from the Rani's over the next day.
Luckily as well the weather would be warm... Else I would have frozen there...
But back to the day. I saw increasing amounts of wandering people, looking slightly dazed and worried. I dozed off, with the first real burst of adrenaline I've had in a while wearing off. After a couple of hours I awoke to screaming; remaining very still I slowly turned my head to see a woman being chased by a group of the wanderers. It seems Rani's only have blood on them after they are attacked to convert, or are attacking others. The initial infections looked pseudo normal, so strange to think of it now, considering none look like that...
I turned just in time to see her caught. I was frozen in fear as I watched her die. I worry she knew I was there and that's why she was running my way; did I fail her?
As the last parts of her life faded I saw flickers in the windows of other viewers of this horror and down the street came a dog, so strange to see it, a golden retriever blacked with drying blood. It launched at them to attack them and they all moved in to attack it. It took a long time to subdue it, enough for the former screaming woman to stand and take her place too. It took longer for me to realise that the dog had been infected too. Maybe from protecting it's owner I dunno. But for some reason it didn't associate itself with the Rani's who never attack each other. Maybe it's to do with the sight thing... I'm just speculating. Whatever the reason it's a very slight plus; it means I won't always be first on the menu.
The pain on my leg is easing, so I'm signing off, can't miss another opportunity to sleep. Barricaded safely, I hope...
I hope you make another day
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Day 8
Shit hit the fan.
I'm taking a breather in a car right now.
About 3am I heard crashing at the door. No voices, and with it being on the 2rd floor, I couldnt take chances to find out if it was safe or not. So I bailed. Luckily I've already mastered a key point: always pack things away when you sleep. Make it safe for a grab and run with nothing important left behind.
I landed on the ground floor balcony bad enough, but I just ran. I heard gunshots shortly after I think. not like in films but softer yet harsher. They would have killed me! As if I don't have enough to cope with... I can hear things coming, but the doors are locked and the windows blacked out. I need sleep. It's just past 10pm and I haven't stopped today...
I suppose it's a good time to mention why the dark clothes were a godsend. I mentioned yesterday the Rani's had super awesome eyesight. Well here's the thing their weakness is night, simply because they can't distinguish between colours very well. My dark clothes blend me into the background, especially when I got a balaclava and mask to switch into (which I'll cover soon). I discovered this purely by accident on Day 4. I ran round a corner only to see the Ranis. They stopped and turned to me for what seemed like forever in which I stayed frozen in fear, then they stumbled off in their own directions. This confused me as on Day 1,2,3 and earlier on 4, a similar thing had happened at day in my normal clothes, and I was chased.
It saved my life. As it is doing now.
A thought occurs to me, I bet you wonder why I move at day, when at night I can blend into the background if I stay still. I prefer to be able to see everything, darkness doesn't offer me that. Even if I blend in, if i run into one they'll see me.
Shit though, how did they know I was there? No lights, no nothing... Not even this blog could have been used to track me down... If they had ifrared they may have... but that would have meant they would have known I was no longer in that room...
I've spent all day running from the Ranis, Damn things don't give up even when they should realise after 4 hours of chasing I'm out of reach.
A major tip you all need. It's the end of the world, don't be afraid to smash windows. They are quick after an initial stumbling period but they aren't that good at jumping over things. They clamber, but they don't seem to be able to run and clamber, which is good news for me. Another tip, however, is to make sure what you throw at the window can break it. I also advise throwing stuff at windows over punching them; getting cuts isn't a really smart idea. I still don't know how they really track me when they lose sight of me, blood, sweat, or the general smell of a living person, but other than that, blood aslo can get infected if not seen to, it's just not worth it.
I've been staying south side of Hereford for the past week in the residential areas. It sounds stupid at first, but considering the emergancy broadcast repeats to stay at home, people seemed to ignore it. When I left my home I saw traffic jams of people trying to get away from others, little realising that getting away was easiest done by staying while all others run. I also figured homes had more of a chance of having medical stuff, foods, drinks, beds, clothes, all lined up in one place. Town would mean going shop to shop to get stuff. Also I figured there's at least a few bad types here, so I may find weapons, hell even a replica sword would work using a standard home blade sharpener in the kitchen. No such luck yet. Seems I didn't give people enough credit to leave decent stuff behind.
So here I lay in the back of a quite expensive Chrysler with black tint windows. I haven't had anything except 2 Lucozades and 4 Mars Bars today. Doors are locked, all I can hope for is by morning I'm not surrounded... My leg hurts so much from the fall, I hope it the pain is gone by morning...
I hope you make another day... I hope I do too...
I'm taking a breather in a car right now.
About 3am I heard crashing at the door. No voices, and with it being on the 2rd floor, I couldnt take chances to find out if it was safe or not. So I bailed. Luckily I've already mastered a key point: always pack things away when you sleep. Make it safe for a grab and run with nothing important left behind.
I landed on the ground floor balcony bad enough, but I just ran. I heard gunshots shortly after I think. not like in films but softer yet harsher. They would have killed me! As if I don't have enough to cope with... I can hear things coming, but the doors are locked and the windows blacked out. I need sleep. It's just past 10pm and I haven't stopped today...
I suppose it's a good time to mention why the dark clothes were a godsend. I mentioned yesterday the Rani's had super awesome eyesight. Well here's the thing their weakness is night, simply because they can't distinguish between colours very well. My dark clothes blend me into the background, especially when I got a balaclava and mask to switch into (which I'll cover soon). I discovered this purely by accident on Day 4. I ran round a corner only to see the Ranis. They stopped and turned to me for what seemed like forever in which I stayed frozen in fear, then they stumbled off in their own directions. This confused me as on Day 1,2,3 and earlier on 4, a similar thing had happened at day in my normal clothes, and I was chased.
It saved my life. As it is doing now.
A thought occurs to me, I bet you wonder why I move at day, when at night I can blend into the background if I stay still. I prefer to be able to see everything, darkness doesn't offer me that. Even if I blend in, if i run into one they'll see me.
Shit though, how did they know I was there? No lights, no nothing... Not even this blog could have been used to track me down... If they had ifrared they may have... but that would have meant they would have known I was no longer in that room...
I've spent all day running from the Ranis, Damn things don't give up even when they should realise after 4 hours of chasing I'm out of reach.
A major tip you all need. It's the end of the world, don't be afraid to smash windows. They are quick after an initial stumbling period but they aren't that good at jumping over things. They clamber, but they don't seem to be able to run and clamber, which is good news for me. Another tip, however, is to make sure what you throw at the window can break it. I also advise throwing stuff at windows over punching them; getting cuts isn't a really smart idea. I still don't know how they really track me when they lose sight of me, blood, sweat, or the general smell of a living person, but other than that, blood aslo can get infected if not seen to, it's just not worth it.
I've been staying south side of Hereford for the past week in the residential areas. It sounds stupid at first, but considering the emergancy broadcast repeats to stay at home, people seemed to ignore it. When I left my home I saw traffic jams of people trying to get away from others, little realising that getting away was easiest done by staying while all others run. I also figured homes had more of a chance of having medical stuff, foods, drinks, beds, clothes, all lined up in one place. Town would mean going shop to shop to get stuff. Also I figured there's at least a few bad types here, so I may find weapons, hell even a replica sword would work using a standard home blade sharpener in the kitchen. No such luck yet. Seems I didn't give people enough credit to leave decent stuff behind.
So here I lay in the back of a quite expensive Chrysler with black tint windows. I haven't had anything except 2 Lucozades and 4 Mars Bars today. Doors are locked, all I can hope for is by morning I'm not surrounded... My leg hurts so much from the fall, I hope it the pain is gone by morning...
I hope you make another day... I hope I do too...
Friday, 24 September 2010
Day 7
I wanted to clarify a few things in my last post. Namely:
'Officially'
What is happening
Who I am
How did I, of all people survive
The purpose of this
To start. 'Officially'. My first encounter with a Rani was Day -1. It ran into me rolled over me as I fell and grabbed hold of my friend. It clawed at him savagely, and at first I was awestruck laying on the ground, then reality hit me, and I hear my best friends screams over and over. I'm a coward in all honesty, but for some reason something clicked in me. I knew something bad was happening, and I wasn't going to stand idly by. I tried pulling it off him, but was thrusted back and awkwardly hit a corner wall, others realised too and tried to help, for the first time in my life I saw police officers in the right place at the right time. They rushed over, and subdued the thing as best they could. None of us knew what was happening at that point in time. He scratched at them with bloody stubs of fingers and I stumbled over to my friends motionless body, his eyes gazing just off center to something miles behind me. He was dead, I didn't know how I knew, but I did. The eternity of time it took for a riot van to arrive to take the arrested thing made no difference to me, I just crouched in pain trying to think while my hand was pushing against my friend in pulses to wake him up. No one helped revive him. I saw why when I took a step back. Not a lot left of his chest. Just scraps. I guess thats all you need to know there for now. It's definitely all I want to remember.
What is happening. We die, we come back, we kill some more. These Rani's are just like you and me, and have more respect for their neighbours than chavs. They never break 100 decibels unless someone is there to eat... They stumble, fall, get up, fall, chase, eat, stumble, idly stand.
How does the infection work? I don't know, really wish I did. Blood, fluids in general, meat, vegetables, fruit, animals, airbourne or waterbourne. I mean if the last two are true I'm definitely immune, but I cant take that chance either way
Who am I? I'm a guy who fluked survival. If you want to learn about me I really don't think you'll learn any more with me telling you than you reading below and above, and I'd rather not think about myself before... If I do it becomes too real I can't bare real just yet.
How did I, of all people survive? Following my friends death I had the day off of work. I was home alone asleep when all the warnings came and went. My family went to work that morning, I'm yet to get any message past my brothers "I'm sorry for anything I've ever done". That's what actually woke me up that day. I mumbled like I always do, wondering if it would be some message asking how I am, that they heard and worried about me, but I saw that and realised that something was off and all my sleep desires vanished. In the same moment a banging came at the front door. I edged out of bed, still sore from the attack, and wandered to the banister. Blood covered the translucent window of the front door.
I pulled some clothes on and walked downstairs. My better judgement warned me against opening the door, so I looked around from the living room window unable to see anything out of the ordinary for a moment until I saw it. Another, so much like the one the day before. It leered at me across the street. I don't know how it could see me, I couldnt see people inside standing right by the window this time of day... (I fear now they have extraordinary sight as their pupils don't diliate, so they seem to notice any movement day or night. Unlike us it does not hurt them which such light would for us).
It ran screaming at my window banging at it repeatedly.
I turned to the drawers to get the window keys. Hell no I wasn't going to let it in. I locked all those windows and rushed to the backdoor to ensure all was locked there.
I found my dog cowering. I went to stroke her but she just tried to bite me. I guess she just knew. Knew somehow something was horribly wrong, and she wasn't going to let anyone near her.
I made my path upstairs and got dressed into what I am now wearing. Grey fleece, blue jeans, black tshirt, white converse, not exactly good for hiding, so I packed my dark jacket and shoes, spare tshirt and socks. I knew what trench foot was, and I wasn't getting it. I add that I am stating my clothes colours for a reason that I'll come to when I recap later days.
I finished packing the things I thought I'd need other than clothes. Like a few snacks high in energy a notepad, a book and a bracelet left to me which I prayed gave me luck. Then there was a crashing noise from downstairs. I grabbed my phone, which turns out had literally just died itself, and headed down.
I got to the kitchen and saw my dog was no longer there, and nor were the windows in the backdoors. In fact all I found was her collar in the garden. I don't know even why I headed out but I did, i picked the collar up and took her dogtag off, adding it to my bracelet. I turned to go back in and saw, in horror, what I had just walked past.
The thing that I saw outside the front. God knows how it got to the back garden, but he did. But in true horror movie style it must have heard my sharp intake of breath as it stopped shambling on the spot in the corner and turned to face me. It lunged and I ducked. It hit a post in the garden head first. Hard. It didn't move again. But I panicked still more so as I heard more noises like it had made. I rushed inside and grabbed my bag, it seemed heavier now I knew I'd have to be running.
I ran, and pulled myself over fences away from the noise, slowly towards the main road. I amazed myself. I've always been able to run, but I learnt so quickly that day that I can run for as long as I need to. And I soon found that I'd be needing that a lot.
In hindsight, I should have stayed home, I should have moved the kitchen table and cabinets to block that doorway and stayed hidden, but as they... used to say... Hindsight is a wonderful thing...
I'll recap more of Day 1 later, but it's already late, and this is already too long
The purpose of this? It is a message for everyone out there. A survival guide if thats even possible. If I stop posting, then you know I did something wrong, and you know when to stop following me. Hopefully it will lead people to find me, or maybe you are safe, and you can just let me know things will be okay eventually.
Today Day 7...
I decided that it would be a smart idea to save some energy and stay here. In the past few days I've heard on my mp3 player loads of AM and FM not to stay still as the bad things roam in cycles, if you are safe now and you move, you should remain that way. I say my mp3 player. I mean the one I'm currently using. I've picked up a few with radio capabilities so I can stay in touch all the time.
But I'm sorry strangers, I'm staying here, I need rest. Just one more night.
I barricaded the appartment with the guys table. Yes I made sure to use gloves to move him, I'm still not risking getting blood on me. I tell you now, the smell is wretched but better than the wafts of smell on the street.
As you can see I've had time to put ideas together and i've actually had time to work on cleaning my clothes and getting semi-fresh food.
I do worry though. I have been troweling the internet and theres not much activity. The occasional post here and there but its all a bit confusing, the posts may be machines used by hackers I guess, designed to randomly post. How strange that they may be all that remains of that person...
I hope they just isolated the internet domains. I mean I dont seem to be able to access all the sites on my netbook (piece of crap actually good for something now I've charged it. It being light helps so much)
I intend to rest now, in my cupboard room like last night.
So I end again until tomorrow.
I hope you make another day
'Officially'
What is happening
Who I am
How did I, of all people survive
The purpose of this
To start. 'Officially'. My first encounter with a Rani was Day -1. It ran into me rolled over me as I fell and grabbed hold of my friend. It clawed at him savagely, and at first I was awestruck laying on the ground, then reality hit me, and I hear my best friends screams over and over. I'm a coward in all honesty, but for some reason something clicked in me. I knew something bad was happening, and I wasn't going to stand idly by. I tried pulling it off him, but was thrusted back and awkwardly hit a corner wall, others realised too and tried to help, for the first time in my life I saw police officers in the right place at the right time. They rushed over, and subdued the thing as best they could. None of us knew what was happening at that point in time. He scratched at them with bloody stubs of fingers and I stumbled over to my friends motionless body, his eyes gazing just off center to something miles behind me. He was dead, I didn't know how I knew, but I did. The eternity of time it took for a riot van to arrive to take the arrested thing made no difference to me, I just crouched in pain trying to think while my hand was pushing against my friend in pulses to wake him up. No one helped revive him. I saw why when I took a step back. Not a lot left of his chest. Just scraps. I guess thats all you need to know there for now. It's definitely all I want to remember.
What is happening. We die, we come back, we kill some more. These Rani's are just like you and me, and have more respect for their neighbours than chavs. They never break 100 decibels unless someone is there to eat... They stumble, fall, get up, fall, chase, eat, stumble, idly stand.
How does the infection work? I don't know, really wish I did. Blood, fluids in general, meat, vegetables, fruit, animals, airbourne or waterbourne. I mean if the last two are true I'm definitely immune, but I cant take that chance either way
Who am I? I'm a guy who fluked survival. If you want to learn about me I really don't think you'll learn any more with me telling you than you reading below and above, and I'd rather not think about myself before... If I do it becomes too real I can't bare real just yet.
How did I, of all people survive? Following my friends death I had the day off of work. I was home alone asleep when all the warnings came and went. My family went to work that morning, I'm yet to get any message past my brothers "I'm sorry for anything I've ever done". That's what actually woke me up that day. I mumbled like I always do, wondering if it would be some message asking how I am, that they heard and worried about me, but I saw that and realised that something was off and all my sleep desires vanished. In the same moment a banging came at the front door. I edged out of bed, still sore from the attack, and wandered to the banister. Blood covered the translucent window of the front door.
I pulled some clothes on and walked downstairs. My better judgement warned me against opening the door, so I looked around from the living room window unable to see anything out of the ordinary for a moment until I saw it. Another, so much like the one the day before. It leered at me across the street. I don't know how it could see me, I couldnt see people inside standing right by the window this time of day... (I fear now they have extraordinary sight as their pupils don't diliate, so they seem to notice any movement day or night. Unlike us it does not hurt them which such light would for us).
It ran screaming at my window banging at it repeatedly.
I turned to the drawers to get the window keys. Hell no I wasn't going to let it in. I locked all those windows and rushed to the backdoor to ensure all was locked there.
I found my dog cowering. I went to stroke her but she just tried to bite me. I guess she just knew. Knew somehow something was horribly wrong, and she wasn't going to let anyone near her.
I made my path upstairs and got dressed into what I am now wearing. Grey fleece, blue jeans, black tshirt, white converse, not exactly good for hiding, so I packed my dark jacket and shoes, spare tshirt and socks. I knew what trench foot was, and I wasn't getting it. I add that I am stating my clothes colours for a reason that I'll come to when I recap later days.
I finished packing the things I thought I'd need other than clothes. Like a few snacks high in energy a notepad, a book and a bracelet left to me which I prayed gave me luck. Then there was a crashing noise from downstairs. I grabbed my phone, which turns out had literally just died itself, and headed down.
I got to the kitchen and saw my dog was no longer there, and nor were the windows in the backdoors. In fact all I found was her collar in the garden. I don't know even why I headed out but I did, i picked the collar up and took her dogtag off, adding it to my bracelet. I turned to go back in and saw, in horror, what I had just walked past.
The thing that I saw outside the front. God knows how it got to the back garden, but he did. But in true horror movie style it must have heard my sharp intake of breath as it stopped shambling on the spot in the corner and turned to face me. It lunged and I ducked. It hit a post in the garden head first. Hard. It didn't move again. But I panicked still more so as I heard more noises like it had made. I rushed inside and grabbed my bag, it seemed heavier now I knew I'd have to be running.
I ran, and pulled myself over fences away from the noise, slowly towards the main road. I amazed myself. I've always been able to run, but I learnt so quickly that day that I can run for as long as I need to. And I soon found that I'd be needing that a lot.
In hindsight, I should have stayed home, I should have moved the kitchen table and cabinets to block that doorway and stayed hidden, but as they... used to say... Hindsight is a wonderful thing...
I'll recap more of Day 1 later, but it's already late, and this is already too long
The purpose of this? It is a message for everyone out there. A survival guide if thats even possible. If I stop posting, then you know I did something wrong, and you know when to stop following me. Hopefully it will lead people to find me, or maybe you are safe, and you can just let me know things will be okay eventually.
Today Day 7...
I decided that it would be a smart idea to save some energy and stay here. In the past few days I've heard on my mp3 player loads of AM and FM not to stay still as the bad things roam in cycles, if you are safe now and you move, you should remain that way. I say my mp3 player. I mean the one I'm currently using. I've picked up a few with radio capabilities so I can stay in touch all the time.
But I'm sorry strangers, I'm staying here, I need rest. Just one more night.
I barricaded the appartment with the guys table. Yes I made sure to use gloves to move him, I'm still not risking getting blood on me. I tell you now, the smell is wretched but better than the wafts of smell on the street.
As you can see I've had time to put ideas together and i've actually had time to work on cleaning my clothes and getting semi-fresh food.
I do worry though. I have been troweling the internet and theres not much activity. The occasional post here and there but its all a bit confusing, the posts may be machines used by hackers I guess, designed to randomly post. How strange that they may be all that remains of that person...
I hope they just isolated the internet domains. I mean I dont seem to be able to access all the sites on my netbook (piece of crap actually good for something now I've charged it. It being light helps so much)
I intend to rest now, in my cupboard room like last night.
So I end again until tomorrow.
I hope you make another day
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Day 6
Its been six days since it 'officially' began. The shitstorm that made people panick and run, I hoped it was some crazy nightmare like I used to have as a child, but when I got so tired I fell asleep, only to wake in the same spot I realised that I wasn't going to be so lucky.
Days have passed and I've finally found some poor guys appartment that has a door I could lock, so here I am, charging my phone using BTopenzone to post here. Hoping someone will read this, hoping someone can read this.
So hi, I'm Peter, currently alive behind a door in an appartment where a guy is face down dead on his living room table. How you doing?
I wish I weren't alone right now, but people don't seem to be too trusting. Maybe the whole fact that I could suddenly lust after eating them doesn't appeal to them. I tell you something, it sure doesn't appeal to me, but at the same time, having others with me could help.
If I'm really honest, I don't know what to make of the situation. I mean Hereford is supposed to be the home of the SAS, the whole he who dares wins thing doesn't seem to apply to the so called reanimates, whom I've decided should be called Rani's as it's just easier. I won't say the Z word simply because I don't want this to be some poor remake of dawn of the dead, besides the mall here isn't so well defendable.
So where are they, these best of the best? Were we taken so off guard? I hope there's a real good reason for so many people dying... Are they actually helping, but I've just been missing them? Am I in a lockdown area?
Regardless, the only real hope I think lays there, in the camp itself, for me in the end, else I'm stuck with good old cardio excersize and golf clubs... Anyone know how to fire a gun properly? I'm going to need tips.
I've already seen people die... Some I even knew, but it's just so surreal, I can't grasp that I wont be able to talk to them again or shake their hands... I need more sleep... Though every noise outside will wake me I can't live without sleep...
Hopefully I'll add more detail tomorrow. I think I just needed to air some questions to the great Anonymous...
I hope you make another day
Peter
Days have passed and I've finally found some poor guys appartment that has a door I could lock, so here I am, charging my phone using BTopenzone to post here. Hoping someone will read this, hoping someone can read this.
So hi, I'm Peter, currently alive behind a door in an appartment where a guy is face down dead on his living room table. How you doing?
I wish I weren't alone right now, but people don't seem to be too trusting. Maybe the whole fact that I could suddenly lust after eating them doesn't appeal to them. I tell you something, it sure doesn't appeal to me, but at the same time, having others with me could help.
If I'm really honest, I don't know what to make of the situation. I mean Hereford is supposed to be the home of the SAS, the whole he who dares wins thing doesn't seem to apply to the so called reanimates, whom I've decided should be called Rani's as it's just easier. I won't say the Z word simply because I don't want this to be some poor remake of dawn of the dead, besides the mall here isn't so well defendable.
So where are they, these best of the best? Were we taken so off guard? I hope there's a real good reason for so many people dying... Are they actually helping, but I've just been missing them? Am I in a lockdown area?
Regardless, the only real hope I think lays there, in the camp itself, for me in the end, else I'm stuck with good old cardio excersize and golf clubs... Anyone know how to fire a gun properly? I'm going to need tips.
I've already seen people die... Some I even knew, but it's just so surreal, I can't grasp that I wont be able to talk to them again or shake their hands... I need more sleep... Though every noise outside will wake me I can't live without sleep...
Hopefully I'll add more detail tomorrow. I think I just needed to air some questions to the great Anonymous...
I hope you make another day
Peter
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