Zombie Story Reborn

[welt18]

March 18th, 2007

Nearly a year has passed since my last journal entry. The zombie herds have consumed the vast majority of the population, converting them like Mormons, against thier will. Our whole group has survived, save Sarrah and Ellen. Thier loss was tragic, but our minds conquered our hearts and our will to survive outweighed our love for

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The best thing about Arash is that I know he is sincere. I can trust him like a brother, and to this date he has not let me down. If it weren't for him I would probably have been turned already, and if I did turn, I know he would be the first one to end it. My soul would thank him for that.

As I finish my Marlboro, the slight gleam of sunlight peeks over the horizon, allowing a caution sign orange to reflect off the clouds.

"Day break", I say to Arash, "We should probably get everyone up."

Arash's eyelids look heavy, but the eyes peering out from beneath, determined. His thick dark hair is held back in a bloodstained bandana. Our portraits have become so similar over the past year, our features are like that of brothers. We each have a beard groomed via hunting knife and the dirt on our faces masks our true pigment. Our hands-on "experience" with the undead has hardened and chizzled us into military-esque stature.

"Fuck yeah. Let's blow this joint", Arash replies.

He bangs his fist on the counter and yells, "Let's get up boys, time to move out!"

A previously limp body springs to life in an instant, ready for a new day.

"You get any sleep Hainsworth?", J asks with a yawn.

I reply, "You know I try not to sleep, it's not worth the risk."

"Yeah, yeah...I know, but you need your sleep to stay tip top."

"All I need is a little bit of this to keep me going", I say removing a flask of whiskey from my Army jacket pocket and taking a swig. "Goes down like water."

"And all I need is some fucking coffee", J replies. "Arthur, find some instant coffee back there." J looks at the floor where Arthur remains motionless. "GET YOUR FAT LAZY ASS UP!", J says kicking Arthur in the head.

"Ok, ok", Arthur mumbles as he protects his head from J's foot. He raises his body up into a slouch, stretches and then stands and starts rumaging through the store for coffee.

"We need to make this quick. I want to search as many towns as we can for survivors, and God knows we don't want to be out after dark." I say to the others.

"Did your mommy tell you that?", J asks jokingly.

I stare at J. "I thought ninjas were prided on being quiet."

"Indeed", says J as he bows to me.

"Let's just get the Jeep loaded and get some of that wake-up juice", Arash interjects.

Within twenty minutes the four of us are on the road again. Each of us is sipping instant coffee. This would have tasted like shit compared to Starbucks twelve months ago, but now it is the nectar of the gods. Still needs some whiskey.