*** Spring 2011 Project Submission Page ***
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Arnora Eleniel Journal & VideoYes, what would you do, if all the sudden you wake up and find yourself surrounded by flesh eating zombies and all that you know is down to chaos? What would you do if all the sudden, you find yourself at the mercy of those foul corpses of hell? Will you run, wait to die or fight back?
I don't know what you will do, but I know what I will and that is survive. I won't be flip flopping around like a ninja as Alice does in Resident Evil, nor am I THE woman who is the chosen one of some sort to save the planet of this Z apocalypse (although it would be cool), but neither will I pull a Heather from the Blair Witch project by weeping in front of a camera and waiting for zombies to find me, I am a witch after all. I got some dignity left in me. Nope when it comes down to... Wait? Did you hear that? What was that noise? …. OMG! MERLINS UNDERWEAR!!!!!! … Day 2 Hey paper friend! Yesterday, the worst nightmare came alive, ZOMBIES everywhere, I managed to grab some necessities and get the hell out. I apparted to, well where this is, I don't know. It is an old farm in the countryside, but I can't stay long here, this thing looks like it would fell apart if you blow against it. It will do... for now! Day 5 I barely escaped with my life, I was in a shop to gather supplies, when suddenly the shop owner popped up in not so pretty from. I hexed my way out but I think I accidentally killed an innocent, I don't know I couldn't see, all I saw was the rotting flesh of the biting zombie on top of me. I was so lucky, I should pay more attention next time, but at least I have all I need for my survival kit and I have food. I am back in the rotten barn but the growling noises of throat rumblings at the horizon makes me uneasy. I need to get out, but now I need to relax first, then apparate. Day 6 I left the rotten barn and landed on a newer farm, which I knew was close by. I was lucky there is a food bunker here under the ground. I found a bloody note saying: “I was right!” Yup, you where mister, but thank you for the food and this shelter... Day 9 The shelter got breached by muggles who where starving, all is gone, ALL!! They didn't even leave a single crumb, lucky for me they didn't find my basic survival kit. The world is slowly falling apart. Yesterday, I saw the first signs of canabalism. I was horrified to see it had come so soon. The shops are all empty and now and then do you hear screams of the living who had the bad luck to run into a horde of zombies. It makes me uneasy, it makes me unable to sleep... Day 22 It has been long since I wrote onto a paper, simply because I couldn't find any, the food supply is running out, the living are getting rare! I want sleep, I want food... heck I want a shower! I have been finding safer places for some time, but couldn't find myself to stay long enough, my last shelter was found by a bitten one, so I took my gear and ran. I don't know if they were infected or not but I couldn't take the chance. It is so odd to see that during an end of the world, all your human behavior is reduced to the pure instinct of survival. We're not better then animals, although from what I have seen so far, I say we're worse! |
Day 35
Everything has gone to hell, am starving and I have to eat cats and dogs just to life. I wonder if those were someone's pets. I would have never believed that this is something I would have done, but I rather eat cute animals than humans. I am so hungry, so tired, so exhausted and I have no clue where I am anymore. I apparate from place to place and the days and nights just seem to blend in as if they are not existing. I want to fulfill so many needs and I find myself writing just to pass the time. Oh Merlin, it has been long since I seen a human being, long since I had a laugh but what is there to laugh about, I mean the world has gone to hell. Day ?? My name is Arnora Eleniel and if you're reading this then you probably know more then me about this whole outbreak, I lost count of the days but I think it is day 68. I have no clue where I am, I believe this is Germany or even Luxembourg, I don't know. I don't care... I find myself trapped in a castle, the irony of that. Some days ago I arrived here and I found people, a bed and food. I was so happy my luck turned around but my inner gut told me to stay away from this place, but I didn't listen. I should have listened. The muggle leader here is a fool. He destroyed our only safe way out and the other way is blocked by zombies. I can apparate myself away from here, but I'd feel guilty if I did, there are children here for god's sake…I hear them at night. Terrifying rumbles in the deep passages indicate that they are coming. I am a lion and I hold on to the string as if it is a life force, if I am to die shall I die with a bang. I don't know who you are but I hope when you read this you are safe. I know I shall die here, all of me will perish, all but one inch. And it is that inch we must never give away, it so fragile it can be destroyed by a whisper but it is the one thing worth having and we mustn't lose it or give it away and that very inch is the reason why I am not leaving this place like a coward to save myself. At this point I stand my ground and pray I make it out. I don't know you and I probably never will, but I hope you have escaped. I hope the world has turned back to what it was, perhaps to something better. I have to go, the zombies are almost near, I can smell their foul stench... They are coming. I hear the growls, the yells of the guards. I have to go. Save the children. They ar- Merdra Rumel, me959 (video account) |
Emilie Palmer - em 1081 - Journal submission
Note: This journal was found two months after the outbreak. The owner is nowhere to be found. These are a few pages of said journal.
Day 1: Something weird happened. Here I was sitting around watching a George Carlin special from back in the day when I get a phone call from my dad. He's on his cell and he's totally out of breath. He said someone bit him. He said it wasn't too bad though. My best friend Michelle gave me a look and switched channels. News. I hate the news. Especially when they're talking about the Zed word. I totally wasn't suspecting that. Turns out some secret government project to control the population had leaked. Everyone in the lab is dead...well zombies and the whole city is going crazy. Michelle suspects that the government tried to cover it up. She's just as paranoid about things as I am.
We were in the middle of boarding up the house when my dad got home. He was pale, but had a green tint to his skin. He looked disgusting. After forcing him to lay down, I called my aunt. She said things were bad. Real bad. They were already on their way over, well my aunt, cousin Ash, cousin Tommy, and Tommy's two girls. Michelle was making some weird noises behind me, sort of like choking. As I turned around, I see my dad...but he wasn't my dad. He was different. My eyes grew wide. He was a zombie. I started to panic and right as my dad came after me, I took the fire poker and shoved it right through his head. I killed the one thing that kept me sane. We threw his body outside and finished boarding the place up. We figured the second floor would be the best place to stay.
Day 4:Things have gotten worse. Way worse. We went out to get more food from the store and Tommy was bitten. He begged me to kill him. Yes, he begged me. The leader. I don't get why everyone voted me to be leader. I'm not even the oldest person! Both my cousins and my aunt are older than me. I'm stuck in the middle, but now I'm leader. I had to kill him though. It was quite sad. He was one of my favorite cousins. To see someone you care about turn into a flesh-eating monster is like yanking out your heart and eating a large chunk. I only stopped crying a few minutes ago. We have a meeting in a few minutes about what we should do.
Day 5:We decided to move to the cabin out by the lake. We figured we could store everything in the cabin and stay on the boat. A few trips back to the shore to restock the boat wouldn't hurt us....right? I mean, most of us can fight....well at least me, Michelle, and Ashley. My aunt has taken the Tommy's girls into her protection. They are so young. It must be awful for them to know I killed their father. While I write this, everyone else is packing the RV. It would be the easiest way for all of us to travel to the lake. We're leaving in the morning.
Day 6: Oh my god!!! The RV broke down just a mile away from the cabin and the lake. There are a lot of walkers roaming around. Not like the city though. We have to walk to rest of the way and carry everything. Why did we have to pack so much? Got to go
Day ?? I found this journal along with a lot of bags. It looked like a swarm of runners chased whoever was here. No survivors were found. I'm not surprised to read the few passages in this journal. It's a lot like my own. I should know though...my father was the one to let the chemical loose on the city. He deserved to die...and he wasn't even a zombie. Justice.
Note: This journal was found two months after the outbreak. The owner is nowhere to be found. These are a few pages of said journal.
Day 1: Something weird happened. Here I was sitting around watching a George Carlin special from back in the day when I get a phone call from my dad. He's on his cell and he's totally out of breath. He said someone bit him. He said it wasn't too bad though. My best friend Michelle gave me a look and switched channels. News. I hate the news. Especially when they're talking about the Zed word. I totally wasn't suspecting that. Turns out some secret government project to control the population had leaked. Everyone in the lab is dead...well zombies and the whole city is going crazy. Michelle suspects that the government tried to cover it up. She's just as paranoid about things as I am.
We were in the middle of boarding up the house when my dad got home. He was pale, but had a green tint to his skin. He looked disgusting. After forcing him to lay down, I called my aunt. She said things were bad. Real bad. They were already on their way over, well my aunt, cousin Ash, cousin Tommy, and Tommy's two girls. Michelle was making some weird noises behind me, sort of like choking. As I turned around, I see my dad...but he wasn't my dad. He was different. My eyes grew wide. He was a zombie. I started to panic and right as my dad came after me, I took the fire poker and shoved it right through his head. I killed the one thing that kept me sane. We threw his body outside and finished boarding the place up. We figured the second floor would be the best place to stay.
Day 4:Things have gotten worse. Way worse. We went out to get more food from the store and Tommy was bitten. He begged me to kill him. Yes, he begged me. The leader. I don't get why everyone voted me to be leader. I'm not even the oldest person! Both my cousins and my aunt are older than me. I'm stuck in the middle, but now I'm leader. I had to kill him though. It was quite sad. He was one of my favorite cousins. To see someone you care about turn into a flesh-eating monster is like yanking out your heart and eating a large chunk. I only stopped crying a few minutes ago. We have a meeting in a few minutes about what we should do.
Day 5:We decided to move to the cabin out by the lake. We figured we could store everything in the cabin and stay on the boat. A few trips back to the shore to restock the boat wouldn't hurt us....right? I mean, most of us can fight....well at least me, Michelle, and Ashley. My aunt has taken the Tommy's girls into her protection. They are so young. It must be awful for them to know I killed their father. While I write this, everyone else is packing the RV. It would be the easiest way for all of us to travel to the lake. We're leaving in the morning.
Day 6: Oh my god!!! The RV broke down just a mile away from the cabin and the lake. There are a lot of walkers roaming around. Not like the city though. We have to walk to rest of the way and carry everything. Why did we have to pack so much? Got to go
Day ?? I found this journal along with a lot of bags. It looked like a swarm of runners chased whoever was here. No survivors were found. I'm not surprised to read the few passages in this journal. It's a lot like my own. I should know though...my father was the one to let the chemical loose on the city. He deserved to die...and he wasn't even a zombie. Justice.
Zombie Survival Journal By Drake Zodiark
Day 1
I woke up to the stench of dead meat this morning… not something you ever want to smell. My nose directed me to my balcony and I looked down.
It was all Hell! I saw people attacking people and biting and eating them.
Screams filled the streets, people running over each other, it was pure chaos.
I ran towards my door, put on my shoes real quick and rang the door of my neighbour.
My neighbour, Madame Thienpont, was not home. I then remembered that she went to see her son 2 days back and would stay for a week. She had given me the keys to her apartment so I could feed her fish daily. My other two neighbour’s doors were open. Obviously they were gone already. I was alone, I thought. My parents, thanks the Heavens, were both in my fathers home country so I hoped they would be far away from this terror.
I took the liberty to enter my neighbour’s houses and looked from their sides of the building. Both sides had zombies crawling everywhere, I even saw some in the building right in front of me. I then realised I was not safe enough. I quickly looked around for some valuably resources (thanks God for my Hol zombie survival 101 lessons) and closed the doors to their apartment, including my other neighbour. I then locked myself in my house. Luckily our doors are very thick and let little sound through, so I should be safe for a while. I decided to keep quiet for now; maybe I would receive a word from my uncle or aunt who would regularly call for family matters.
Day 2
I could barely sleep; the sounds of dead and destruction had never stopped. This was strange since I didn’t think that many people were in our neighbourhood. I was lucky that my parents left me a huge stock of food or else I might have been in trouble. I had breakfast and started to roam the Internet for some news. There were countless videos of people filming the events on their webcam, the news had managed to make a short report on the events before being taken down and the online newspaper had stopped working.
As expected, the world wasn’t going right anymore. On TV, many channels were down and the only ones that did work were automated reruns of older movies. I walked to the balcony again and observed my surrounding. The Survival guide said to leave your house as soon as you could after packing some resources… however, with this many zombies it was impossible to do it. WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY NOW HUH!?! I shouted to myself or rather my computer. I spend the day trying to calm myself down a bit, there was nothing else to do.
Day 3
I decided it was time to go explore the building a bit. I took our best hammer, a large kitchen knife, an umbrella and a bag pack to defend myself and stock up on whatever I could find. I slowly went from my floor, which is the 7th btw, to the 6th.
I looked at each door, all were open. Before I tried any of them, I closed the other 3 to ensure none of them would walk out of the others and surprise me from behind. I went inside the first, I found nothing alive or dead. I tried the other 3 the same way, the same result, although I did find that the 4th house had a nice collection of videogames… which I took, it didn’t take that much space and my bag was large enough. I would throw them away if I needed room.
I then made my way to the 5th and 4th floors. The 5th had nothing left while the 4th had 3 zombies in them. None of those zombies were people I knew so I had no regrets to smash their brains in. One of them managed to pin me down but I shoved my umbrella down its throat and kept pushing down until its jaw broke and then its throat. I went to the third floor but that one was too crowded… by undead. I went back up to my home and locked myself in. I had just missed a phone call as I went in! I tried to recall but got no response. Maybe the person had to run away quickly.
I so hoped it weren’t my parents, I prayed.
Day 4:
I had been playing the game I found on the 6th floor the whole rest of the third day and the morning of the 4th. I really needed the distraction. It then came to my mind that I should enforce my defences. Since I had but one escape route (although I have a second I dared not to try it) I needed to make sure no one could get in . I took the tools we had left, broke a wooden table in my neighbour’s house and made a stronger lock with some lock pieces in my parents stock of door handles and locks (his job requires him to have some of those).
It took all day but now I was much safer. I took the rest of the day searching the web for a good recipe for smoke bombs and firebombs should I need them.
Day 5
Today I will go to the 3th floor, I have to see how far I can go. Before I leave, I wish to say I really love my parents and dear friends of school and hope they’re all safe and sound. I will write some more if I come back.
God’s speed to me!
This is where it ends, the next part will follow as I come back up after inspecting the third and second floors of my appartment. But this doesn’t mean I’m dead you know!!!
I woke up to the stench of dead meat this morning… not something you ever want to smell. My nose directed me to my balcony and I looked down.
It was all Hell! I saw people attacking people and biting and eating them.
Screams filled the streets, people running over each other, it was pure chaos.
I ran towards my door, put on my shoes real quick and rang the door of my neighbour.
My neighbour, Madame Thienpont, was not home. I then remembered that she went to see her son 2 days back and would stay for a week. She had given me the keys to her apartment so I could feed her fish daily. My other two neighbour’s doors were open. Obviously they were gone already. I was alone, I thought. My parents, thanks the Heavens, were both in my fathers home country so I hoped they would be far away from this terror.
I took the liberty to enter my neighbour’s houses and looked from their sides of the building. Both sides had zombies crawling everywhere, I even saw some in the building right in front of me. I then realised I was not safe enough. I quickly looked around for some valuably resources (thanks God for my Hol zombie survival 101 lessons) and closed the doors to their apartment, including my other neighbour. I then locked myself in my house. Luckily our doors are very thick and let little sound through, so I should be safe for a while. I decided to keep quiet for now; maybe I would receive a word from my uncle or aunt who would regularly call for family matters.
Day 2
I could barely sleep; the sounds of dead and destruction had never stopped. This was strange since I didn’t think that many people were in our neighbourhood. I was lucky that my parents left me a huge stock of food or else I might have been in trouble. I had breakfast and started to roam the Internet for some news. There were countless videos of people filming the events on their webcam, the news had managed to make a short report on the events before being taken down and the online newspaper had stopped working.
As expected, the world wasn’t going right anymore. On TV, many channels were down and the only ones that did work were automated reruns of older movies. I walked to the balcony again and observed my surrounding. The Survival guide said to leave your house as soon as you could after packing some resources… however, with this many zombies it was impossible to do it. WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY NOW HUH!?! I shouted to myself or rather my computer. I spend the day trying to calm myself down a bit, there was nothing else to do.
Day 3
I decided it was time to go explore the building a bit. I took our best hammer, a large kitchen knife, an umbrella and a bag pack to defend myself and stock up on whatever I could find. I slowly went from my floor, which is the 7th btw, to the 6th.
I looked at each door, all were open. Before I tried any of them, I closed the other 3 to ensure none of them would walk out of the others and surprise me from behind. I went inside the first, I found nothing alive or dead. I tried the other 3 the same way, the same result, although I did find that the 4th house had a nice collection of videogames… which I took, it didn’t take that much space and my bag was large enough. I would throw them away if I needed room.
I then made my way to the 5th and 4th floors. The 5th had nothing left while the 4th had 3 zombies in them. None of those zombies were people I knew so I had no regrets to smash their brains in. One of them managed to pin me down but I shoved my umbrella down its throat and kept pushing down until its jaw broke and then its throat. I went to the third floor but that one was too crowded… by undead. I went back up to my home and locked myself in. I had just missed a phone call as I went in! I tried to recall but got no response. Maybe the person had to run away quickly.
I so hoped it weren’t my parents, I prayed.
Day 4:
I had been playing the game I found on the 6th floor the whole rest of the third day and the morning of the 4th. I really needed the distraction. It then came to my mind that I should enforce my defences. Since I had but one escape route (although I have a second I dared not to try it) I needed to make sure no one could get in . I took the tools we had left, broke a wooden table in my neighbour’s house and made a stronger lock with some lock pieces in my parents stock of door handles and locks (his job requires him to have some of those).
It took all day but now I was much safer. I took the rest of the day searching the web for a good recipe for smoke bombs and firebombs should I need them.
Day 5
Today I will go to the 3th floor, I have to see how far I can go. Before I leave, I wish to say I really love my parents and dear friends of school and hope they’re all safe and sound. I will write some more if I come back.
God’s speed to me!
This is where it ends, the next part will follow as I come back up after inspecting the third and second floors of my appartment. But this doesn’t mean I’m dead you know!!!
Essaaaaay by Laurie Lovegood
I look out the window quickly before grabbing the nearest board from the pile of wood at my feet, hammering it across the panes. My hands are shaking slightly, so I’m not doing a very good job. All the doors and windows of the apartment are locked. Luckily, it’s only got two rooms, so it wasn’t a very difficult task to complete. I’ve decided after grabbing everything I’ll need, I’ll escape the apartment through the fire escape. The window the fire escape is outside of is the most loosely boarded, though that may have not been the best idea. But hey, I need to get out easily, right? I’ve got my dad’s old handgun in my back pocket, and a samurai sword I got from my best friend for my last birthday. On my back is a backpack filled with water, food, medicine, my laptop, and a few various other things. In my front pockets are my phone, wallet, and iPod. I’m just lucky I charged everything last night. I double and triple check all my supplies, grabbing my last vital item; the trusty map to The Winchester I drew a few months ago (The stick drawing are pretty brilliant, if I do say so myself). After taking the boards off of the window, I stick my head out. The alley is deserted, so I quickly climb down the ladder and set off.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a driver’s license yet (I barely even have a learner’s permit) so I must walk. Luckily for them, my parents are on a vacation in France right now, so I don’t have to worry about them for the moment. Unless the pandemic has spread worldwide… But I don’t want to think about that right now. As I walk slowly around the corner, I stop in my tracks. There is a man standing no less than five feet from me. But not just any man. This man is looking blankly at me, and it’s then that I know. What I saw on the news before all the networks shut off. This man… is a zombie. I can tell from his pale and deteriorating flesh, and tattered clothes. I suddenly catch a whiff of him, and feel an intense urge to offer him a bar of soap, or at least a breath mint.
The man stands there before slowly raising his arms to both sides. It’s then that I realize the movement is familiar somehow. And then it clicks. It reminds me of the chart I once saw, and laughed at. It wasn’t realistic that a zombie would impersonate Michael Jackson. Or was it, I thought now, the opposite? In any case one thing was clear. This zombie, was a Thriller. He slowly began to shuffle back and forth, and I muffled my laughter with my hand. I had few precious moments to kill him, and I couldn’t be distracted by his amusing antics. I grabbed the sword from its sheath on my side and walked forward slowly. As soon as he paused in his moves, I swiftly and surely sliced through his neck. It looked to me as if his neck were left on by merely half an inch of skin and sinew, and I knew I had to slick once again. So I brought it up once more and he was gone from the world. Good riddance, too. I slid the sword bag in its sheath after rubbing off the blood with a cloth I found on the ground, careful to keep my distance from its blood.
Looking down at my map, I decide it will be a short walk to the pub. In fact, I didn’t really need a map, as it was only about a five minute walk. I just kept it because it looked so awesome. The walk to The Winchester was a short and (thankfully) uneventful one. I didn’t see any zombies along the way, which was just as well. The large heavy pub doors were deadbolted, but I knew of a back entrance, having grown up with the owner’s son. I hoped to God they were alright. Sneaking the key from it’s hiding spot, I unlocked the door quickly and jumped in, locking it securely after myself. I was glad to be here. The windows and doors were already locked safe and sound, so there wasn’t much for me to do but relax for the time being. Relax being said loosely, of course. I couldn’t let my guard down around here, with all the zombies around, even if I hadn’t seen any more of them.
It was only a few short minutes before I realized I couldn’t stay here forever. I’d eventually run out of things to eat, and I definitely didn’t want to dull my senses by drinking alcohol. That would be the dumbest thing I could do at this point. I thought about my options. I had heard in case of zombies, the safest place would be the country, since barely anyone lived there and in turn were less likely to be infected. I decided upon filling my backpack full with snacks and a few more bottles of water I found under the bar. I pulled on a baseball cap I found on the bar, recognizing it. I really hoped they were okay.
I set off through the back door again. I knew it was about a five minute walk to get out of the town, and then a little bit farther there were a few cabins, deserted from years in the past. I had been in there a few years back, and they all had single beds, canned food, water, and clothes, albeit a bit weird looking. It was as if the previous owners had expected this. Fifteen minutes later, I saw the first cabin in the line, and I sighed in relief. I quickened my pace and as soon as I reached the door, I felt something hit my arm. I jumped, screaming in fear and jumping quickly away from the attacker. What I saw was another zombie in the making. I could see the bit on the man’s neck, but he hadn’t completely turned yet.
He whispered to me quietly, “Ki- me… Kil- me… KILL ME!” The last came out as a strangled yell. I was torn. I could tell the man was a little older than me, maybe even only a few months. I grabbed my sword, rubbing my hands around the handle slowly. He closed his eyes, and his face was so peaceful that a few tears leaked from my eyes as I brought the sword up to hit through his neck. I made sure to stay out of the splash zone, but as he hit the ground in different pieces, I had to run inside the cabin.
I dropped my bag on the floor and sighed shakily. I knew I was safe – for now. I couldn’t wait until everything was over and I could go home. I saw a mirror across the room and walked over to it, staring at my face. There were bags under my eyes and my hair was completely tangled. But that wasn’t what I was preoccupied with. There was a spot of blood stuck right in the middle of my forehead…
Unfortunately, I don’t have a driver’s license yet (I barely even have a learner’s permit) so I must walk. Luckily for them, my parents are on a vacation in France right now, so I don’t have to worry about them for the moment. Unless the pandemic has spread worldwide… But I don’t want to think about that right now. As I walk slowly around the corner, I stop in my tracks. There is a man standing no less than five feet from me. But not just any man. This man is looking blankly at me, and it’s then that I know. What I saw on the news before all the networks shut off. This man… is a zombie. I can tell from his pale and deteriorating flesh, and tattered clothes. I suddenly catch a whiff of him, and feel an intense urge to offer him a bar of soap, or at least a breath mint.
The man stands there before slowly raising his arms to both sides. It’s then that I realize the movement is familiar somehow. And then it clicks. It reminds me of the chart I once saw, and laughed at. It wasn’t realistic that a zombie would impersonate Michael Jackson. Or was it, I thought now, the opposite? In any case one thing was clear. This zombie, was a Thriller. He slowly began to shuffle back and forth, and I muffled my laughter with my hand. I had few precious moments to kill him, and I couldn’t be distracted by his amusing antics. I grabbed the sword from its sheath on my side and walked forward slowly. As soon as he paused in his moves, I swiftly and surely sliced through his neck. It looked to me as if his neck were left on by merely half an inch of skin and sinew, and I knew I had to slick once again. So I brought it up once more and he was gone from the world. Good riddance, too. I slid the sword bag in its sheath after rubbing off the blood with a cloth I found on the ground, careful to keep my distance from its blood.
Looking down at my map, I decide it will be a short walk to the pub. In fact, I didn’t really need a map, as it was only about a five minute walk. I just kept it because it looked so awesome. The walk to The Winchester was a short and (thankfully) uneventful one. I didn’t see any zombies along the way, which was just as well. The large heavy pub doors were deadbolted, but I knew of a back entrance, having grown up with the owner’s son. I hoped to God they were alright. Sneaking the key from it’s hiding spot, I unlocked the door quickly and jumped in, locking it securely after myself. I was glad to be here. The windows and doors were already locked safe and sound, so there wasn’t much for me to do but relax for the time being. Relax being said loosely, of course. I couldn’t let my guard down around here, with all the zombies around, even if I hadn’t seen any more of them.
It was only a few short minutes before I realized I couldn’t stay here forever. I’d eventually run out of things to eat, and I definitely didn’t want to dull my senses by drinking alcohol. That would be the dumbest thing I could do at this point. I thought about my options. I had heard in case of zombies, the safest place would be the country, since barely anyone lived there and in turn were less likely to be infected. I decided upon filling my backpack full with snacks and a few more bottles of water I found under the bar. I pulled on a baseball cap I found on the bar, recognizing it. I really hoped they were okay.
I set off through the back door again. I knew it was about a five minute walk to get out of the town, and then a little bit farther there were a few cabins, deserted from years in the past. I had been in there a few years back, and they all had single beds, canned food, water, and clothes, albeit a bit weird looking. It was as if the previous owners had expected this. Fifteen minutes later, I saw the first cabin in the line, and I sighed in relief. I quickened my pace and as soon as I reached the door, I felt something hit my arm. I jumped, screaming in fear and jumping quickly away from the attacker. What I saw was another zombie in the making. I could see the bit on the man’s neck, but he hadn’t completely turned yet.
He whispered to me quietly, “Ki- me… Kil- me… KILL ME!” The last came out as a strangled yell. I was torn. I could tell the man was a little older than me, maybe even only a few months. I grabbed my sword, rubbing my hands around the handle slowly. He closed his eyes, and his face was so peaceful that a few tears leaked from my eyes as I brought the sword up to hit through his neck. I made sure to stay out of the splash zone, but as he hit the ground in different pieces, I had to run inside the cabin.
I dropped my bag on the floor and sighed shakily. I knew I was safe – for now. I couldn’t wait until everything was over and I could go home. I saw a mirror across the room and walked over to it, staring at my face. There were bags under my eyes and my hair was completely tangled. But that wasn’t what I was preoccupied with. There was a spot of blood stuck right in the middle of my forehead…