Zombie Story Reborn

Mar 18, 2007 22:43

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 ( Read more... )

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03.19.2007 -- 8:53 AM arandomhoboyo March 20 2007, 00:47:53 UTC
I look back down to examine the .45 in my lap. It had once been used to send the zombified corpse of my sister back to Hell. So, I found it fitting to name her Nilou. Who knows, maybe angels do exist, and the spirit of my sister guides the bullets out of the barrel towards every zombie that wants to take my life. Heh... yeah, maybe I'm a Chinese jet pilot too.

I look out the window to get my mind off of such thoughts when I notice the slightest movement behind a large boulder. "Stop! There's something hiding over there." I tell Arthur. The jeep screeches to a halt. "Alright guys, keep on your toes, I think we may have found a survivor." I say as we jump out of our vehicle.

J smirks, "Well either that, or a couple zombies." He grabs his shotgun out of its holster behind his back. "Either way, this'll be fun!"

We ready our weapons and move in on the boulder. Hainsworth and I move straight in, guns pointed directly at the boulder. Arthur takes post behind us and watches our right flank for any surprises. J stays back the farthest, close to the jeep and watches our left flank and our backs. We have been through this situation quite a few times. Results include, but are not limited to, a zombie ambush, a heist attempt (we once acually had some guy that baited us away from a past vehicle we had, and when it was too late, he jumped in and drove off with all of our supplies), a band of renegades just wanting to take our lives, or on rare occasions a real survivor. Let's hope that it's the latter case.

Hainsworth takes position and taps my shoulder. I move in slowly, Nilou drawn and ready. I stop approximately 15 feet away from the boulder. Here goes nothing...

"Hey, anyone there? We mean no harm but are ready to defend ourselves. If you understand, please yell 'YES' back."

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