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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Zombie Hospitality

[welt18]

The pain runs through my body like a million pin pricks. I feel the warm blood seeping out of my wounds. Arash flails on the ground putting out the fire that is burning his pant leg. To my left, Arthur lies motionless on the ground. I see a dark figure sprint toward David and his undead nemesis. It is our ninja, J. He stabs his katana blade through the zombie's brain forcing it to unhand it's prey. David falls to the ground in a pool of blood. J pulls the blade out of the zombie's head and it falls to the ground as well. J picks up David and carries him back to us.

Arash kneels next to me with concern. "Hainsworth, are you alright?"

"I'll be fine, I just need some forceps and a bandage."

Arthur finally comes to. "Wha-at happ-ened?", he strains to say.

"We had an accident.", replies J. "We need to get to a hospital."

"Can you stand?", Arash asks me.

I force myself up to my knees and then strain to stand. The pain is much worse now. Time to cowboy the fuck up.

David looks very sickly. We all know will turn soon.

"Should I kill him?", asks J.

"No, we need to give him the antidote.", I reply.

J reaches into David’s lab coat pocket and pulls out a small vile of blue liquid. He looks down at David and asks, "How do we use this stuff?"

David looks up with tears streaming down his face. "We n-e-e-d a syr-inge."

We definitely need to get to a hospital.

I look around at the guys. "Let's try to find a nearby town to jack a car and find a map to a hospital."

Arthur stands slowly and puts his arm around Arash for support. I put my arm around Arash’s other shoulder and we begin to limp down the street. J follows, carrying David across his shoulders.

It is still morning, but the sky has darkened with clouds. A bolt of lightening illuminates the sky and a thunderous crash follows seconds later. A drop of rain hits my face. A perfect day for this.

What a horrible night for curse!

[arlando]

The rain falls slowly at first, but within minutes it turns into an all out downpour and vision becomes extremely hampered.
"Hey just the thing we needed, it's been a while since I took a shower." I, 'ninja J', said jokingly despite the morbid circumstances.
I then proceeded to lift my cloth eyepatch wrapped around my head and stare at the sky, the pouring rain empties into my empty socket. It feels painful, but also strangely good as the rainwater soaks into my old wounds and puss. I then flip my head down emptying the water and flipping my long braided ponytail into the rain, then violently shake back and forth like a dog splashing water droplets onto my friends.

Arash, and Hainworth both look annoyed at my behavior and shake their heads, trying to ignore me. At this point we are all slowly walking and desparately looking for any signs of...former life or a town. But it is impossible with the heavy rain, and now that the sun has set complete darkness begins to pervade the sky.
"Well... I state, ain't no helping it, lets let fortune decide our fate." and with that i proceed to pick up a detached zombie limb and throw it into the air, it lands with a thud with the extended arm facing one direction. I proceed to walk that direction motioning for my friends to follow, I act as point guard as my other friends are slightly wounded at this point. The group acknowledge with only nods and actions. We've been at this so long, that verbal communication is really unnecesarry at this point, we've developed a sense of intuition with eachother that adds to our survival techniques, anything less than this perfect team methodology would have meant certain death by now. I only spoke in odd tones or bad jokes to occasionally break the monotony of our long time situation...if you don't remain any semblance of humanity in such ways as this, you slowly become like the undead themselves and lose the will to live I always thought, once that's gone, games over...in fact, that's how i personally dealt with everything, I viewed it all as one big game...a sick and twisted nightmare of a game. Before the era of undead I always used to hate watching those horror flicks when those guys made me watch em...now something like that is only a drop in the bucket compared to reality, haha in fact that stuff is softcore compared to today, we've been playing on 'insane' difficulty for a long time now.

Alone in my thoughts, but aware of my companions almost telapathically as well, we wander throught the storm in the darkness. I have my hand on my sheathed katana, with the blade ever so slightly out of the sheath in an iajitsu stance as I walk. Too many times have zombies and worse nightmares ambushed us in the path in such situations, and I've learned to heighten my senses at all times. I used to leap or sprawl violently when things surprised me, now the reflex includes a multitude of blade techniques and martial arts in an instant. My eyes are no longer good, but the ears and 6th sense have developed extremely, all of us have heightened senses now at this point.

Behind me, Hainsworth, my brother arthur, and arash trudge through the mud with this newcomer dave they carry. And lean on eachother for support. Their weapons are also constantly at ready, and although they are wounded, pain has become yet a minor inconvenience for them. Hainsworth has grown especially resilient to such things, and arthur's pain resilience well...we're not exactly sure he even feels such things anymore. Despite their wounds they are dead silent, no complaints are spoken by these warriors. Arash, I sometimes still make fun of for being a bitch as he is one of the few who is actually still botherd by such pain feelings, then again he's also probably one of the most acute of us when it comes to percieving threats, he prolly has the most heightened senses out of all of us.

All of a sudden a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky, as well as a dark patch within it. I stop dead in my tracks, becoming like a statue but ready to awaken at an instant. I wait for my companions movement and signal before i act, it is wise to treat everything as a threat in this day and age.