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Submission 1

 

CDC researchers discovered a new illnes that apeared to be a new strain of rabies. Or so they thought. The illness was actualy a bacterial infection all on it's own, one that had adapted to urban enviorments and developed a strong drug resistance, and only the strongest of antibiotics could have a chance of killing it. However, by the time the CDC made this discovery, the illness had alread escaped the lab that the illness was studied at. Soon after the bacteria escaped, hundreds of people had already fallen ill. Many were admited into hospitals for what they thought was simply a new strain of the flew. However, many passed it off as a simple cold, and they spread the illness to their freidns coworkers and families.... after a couple of days, the illness had it's first fatality. The body was jot discovered until the morning after the patient had died....but by then, he had already killed the night staff at the hospital....and then the ones who he killed had gotten up, and joined him as they attacked anyone they came across, and devoured them with an unsatable hunger. Those that managed to survive the brutal onslought? They were evacuated by local law enforcment, but they did not get away unscaved...many of those who got out of the hospital had been bitten....and soon after they turned and tore apart all in their way, infecting anyone in their path, there was confusion and chaos that soon ensued.

The government called for military invilvment, and soon after national guardsman flooded the street in a futile attempt at restoring order. A strict curfew was put in place and many who were outside during the curfew, were taken into military custody. As this was going on, many saw the opportunity and took to looting, and violence. Others did what officials told them to do, they stayed in their homes barricade them and waited....however, many of them did not last long for they did not know how to protect themselves against the restless hordes of the undead. Those that were willing to fight however, survived the initial outbreak.

There were some who were prepared for situations like this, they had bunkers filled with food water and other survival equipment. Many called them crazy for preeparing for such things,but later realized that they may have been the most sane of everyone. Some time later, those who survived the initial out reaks came out of hiding to go into the ruined towns and cities in search of food, and the hope that order had been restored somewere. However, what they found was a ruined city scape, blood and corpses lined the street some dead.... and some walking...looking for it's next meal.

Soon after, most poeple realized that attempting to survive on their own was extremly difficult, and they needed somebody to watch their back, someone who they could trust...however withthe current state of affairs finding someone you can trust can be somewhat difficult. Many came together and formed groups and created small communities and made their stand against the moaning corpses that now dominate the world. Those that attempted to go at it alone...? Well, they didn't last long....

We are all destined to die in this cruel forsaken world, the only question is...how? Will you die fighting for someone you love? Will it be in an attempt to rebuild society? Or will your last breath be drawn alone, away from others. Whatever you choose to do, it can affect yourself, those around you...or even the world. Now, make your choice.

 

Submission 2

It was Summer when Kentucky fell. Long hot days and warm nights, Little League games, fishing for Bass and swimming in the lakes, children laughing, barbecues and county fairs. Gone now, silent like the TV and Radio broadcasts.

The first reports were vague, second-hand accounts - lacking in detail, often flat out wrong. Pockets of civil unrest in a few of the northern states. An outbreak of a new virus or disease. Denials from Governments. Cynical reporters smirking as they relayed stories of so called "zombie attacks". The reports escalated, CDC spokespeople asking for calm, more rioting, rumours of quarantines, whispers of biological attacks, or accidents, the National Guard and Army trucks in the streets. Those shocking first videos, unimaginable images of those, things, shambling, growling, attacking people and tearing at their flesh. No more smirking from reporters once the videos went viral. Then the TVs, radio, and Internet went dead. It was in your city, in your street. Neighbours, friends, family, some already infected, some turned, all lost.

Many turned to their Gods, and thousands died as the faithful packed into cathedrals and places of worship, like cattle in a slaughterhouse. The hordes found them; their screams could be heard blocks away. Some held out on the promise of rescue from the authorities, or the military, one that never came. Still others chose to deny the zombies another victim, maybe with a pistol jammed in their mouth, or a handful of pills as they lay in their beds.

Even with the entire State all gone to Hell, with zombies roaming our neighbourhoods, growing in number every day, I've seen people fight back. Small groups at first, struggling just to comprehend what was happening, let alone survive. While the fires burn and the cities die, we live. Fighting, running, scavenging. Bandits and gangs prey on the weak and vulnerable, the hordes prey on us all.
If we're to survive, if we're to somehow rebuild our communities, towns and cities, it'll be together, or not at all. The food will eventually run out, water supplies will dwindle, and those left will have more than the zombies and bandits to worry about. No, it won’t be easy, Hell, it’s only going to get harder in the months ahead with supplies depleted, and the winter months approaching, but what’s the alternative, just give up? Just surrender to the zombie hordes, or the bandits?

I guess you could go it alone, turn your back on what’s left of society. You might just make it, safe and alive in your own little slice of the world, but in the end, why would you bother, so you can die an old man, alone in some cabin in the middle of nowhere? I might go down fighting, Christ, it could be from something stupid like burning my house down, with me in it, but I’ll be damned if I’m just going to call it quits.

I really hope we can make, but even if we don’t, even if this is the last breath of humanity before we’re nothing more than a distant memory, I sure as hell hope we at least try to fight back and work together, as one. If we can’t do that, well maybe we don’t even deserve to survive…

 

Submission 3

In the year before the outbreak, it was a normal day in Texas for all of the citizens, but at about 11:00 PM March 3rd 1994, when many were asleep, a meteor had hit an area outside of Houston. There weren't any casualties but when the government went to investigate, not even their HAZMAT suits could protect them from what laid in the crash sight.
It wasn't only radiation you see, a virus, a blight upon all of humanity was contained within there. They began to take samples but by the time they were only within a five meter radius of the crash sight or any of the samples, a person would have become infected. It spread rapidly and about three days after that it would have probably infected the majority of the world's population.

The infection when you're alive wouldn't seem so bad, it wouldn't affect you at all, as a matter of fact you probably wouldn't know you even had it. But once you die you would come back as a what people call a "zed". Terrible creatures who feed upon humans and transmit the virus through blood and saliva, they're mere shadows of the people they used to have be.
Combine those odds with the fact approximately "151,600" deaths per-day and you've got a recipe for disaster.

Destroying the brain is the only way to put one of them down for good, otherwise they just keep trying to kill you, as if their vital organs don't matter to them anymore. Generally when one is bitten, they experience all sorts of symptoms; headaches, fevers, hot flashes, cold sweats as well as their hearts barely making a thud and the longest most people can make it once bitten is a day.

In the first few days the government had announced that all citizens must stay indoors and report any signs of infected to their local authorities and if bitten or scratched, turn themselves in. Most of the people who were bitten were kidnapped by the government later and experimented on or killed while those who knew better and made for the boats on the East Coast while the flights were shut down were mostly gunned down.

In a matter of weeks entire governments around the world had collapsed and entire countries had been infested with zeds. In the first month when there was still some semblance of government in several states, the president had proclaimed that "America would not fall" and that they would "Find a cure and bring back stability to the world" little would they know in a few months herds from the south would overwhelm the remaining states and force the US Military and Government into hiding.


Humanity was thought to be near extinction and the remainder of the living humans did so in bunkers and isolated areas, often steering clear of the zed controlled cities as they swarmed with the dead. However about 5 months in, when people were living like rats, the US Military had made a comeback and began to bomb key zed infested area's, wiping out whole cities but for the greater good.

People weren't so happy seeing the military again however considering they gunned down anyone they deemed "infected" including children.

Throughout all the months Kentucky didn't do so bad and to some was considered America's last bastion of hope in a world of anarchy and death and had some thriving communities and settlements shaped around the conditions the apocalypse had made for them and bandits being not too much of a problem.

As months passed however and winter arrived, with conflict between the military and civilians due to anything from taking away their guns to taking them out of the houses that they had found. Interrupting the re-unification process, once again the army had to pull out and have a small presence in Kentucky with helicopters making the occasional fly-by.

Nowadays however, the other states aren't as bad but in ruin from all the designated missile strikes and such. But things have taken a turn for Kentucky and more and more herds emerge from the rubble of former Missouri, Alabama and other states and with the recent destruction of major settlements in the north, the people of Kentucky will be met with many more challenges to face in the days to come.

 
Submission 4
 
On Labor Day, a major hurricane bore down on the Florida Keys, a string of islands separating the Gulf of Mexico from the Atlantic Ocean. The hurricane, one of only two Category 5 storms ever recorded in the United States, made landfall at Key West, the most populous of the keys. As day turned to night, heavy rains and winds of over 150 miles per hour rolled over the island, destroying virtually everything standing.


Amid the destruction, infected rats began roaming the island. By morning, the first of the zombies had appeared. Many islanders mistook the zombies for dazed hurricane survivors, and so the plague spread across the island like wildfire. To make matters worse, the roads and bridges connecting the keys to the mainland had been washed out by the storm, leaving the islanders with no way to escape. Scores of people drowned when they chose to leap into the choppy surf rather than face the voracious zombies.


Within 48 hours, FVZA troops from all over the South converged on Key West in a variety of seacraft. Soon after, they established a beachhead on the south side of the island and went about the process of extermination. It took up to three weeks to secure the island, wherein a total of 3500 people were infected unbeknownst them, there were infected that yet lived...or walked dead, an enormous number considering that there was a zombism vaccine available at the time.


Soon after The Civil War broke out. The Union Army, sensing victory, tried to deal a knockout blow to the Confederacy by taking control of the Mississippi River. After New Orleans fell to the Union, the city of Vicksburg remained as the last Confederate holdout on the Big River. Union troops arrived off the coast of Vicksburg and demanded an immediate surrender. But Confederate leaders refused, and so the Union laid siege to the city. A month of heavy bombardment ensued.


City residents spotted the first zombie to reach their coasts. Within a few days, dozens were wandering about. Still, this development hardly worried the 30,000 Confederate troops protecting the city—they even entertained themselves by conducting target practice on the zombies. Unfortunately, with their supply lines cut off, the Confederate troops soon ran out of ammunition, and the zombies kept coming. To this day, Southerners claim that the Union let the zombie plague continue out of pure malice.


In any case, when Union forces entered the city in July, hundreds of zombies were roaming the streets, many in Confederate Army uniforms. As there was no FVZA at this time, the Union soldiers quickly became infected by zombies. In the end, an estimated 2000 people were infected and destroyed at Vicksburg—almost as many killed during the Battle of Bull Run, however the infection was not yet finished.


Hawaii found itself in a tug of war between native islanders who wanted the islands to remain independent, and powerful sugar growers who wanted to join the United States. Queen Lili'uokalani ascended to the throne in and promptly enacted a series of measures designed to weaken the influence of the sugar growers. However, her mind was soon occupied by different matters: in August, a zombie plague—which began spreading through the laborers in the sugarcane fields of Oahu—had spread to Honolulu. Wave after wave of zombies came staggering out of the jungle, forcing desperate islanders to board outrigger canoes and flee to neighboring islands.


Despite her fear of losing independence, the queen had no choice but to ask the United States for help. A detachment of FVZA troops arrived in the fall and quickly wrested control of the city from the zombies. But the surrounding countryside proved more difficult to clear, so more FVZA agents were called in. The sugar growers took advantage of the chaos and panic by launching a coup, and the queen was deposed in January.


Hawaii was eventually annexed by the United States in, but they did not become the 50th star on the American flag until August 21, 1959. There has long been suspicion that the sugar growers let the plague go in order to destabilize the queen, a notion strengthened by the fact that the top growers left Hawaii shortly after the outbreak began. Whatever the case may be, The worlds 1892 zombism outbreak continues to grow today, soon we fear the face of extinction. Survivors yet roam the cities in search of food and clean water and hopes of finding other survivors whether they are helpful or not......
 
Submission 5
 
For places like Muldraugh and West Point, whose populations barely numbered over 2000 people combined, the first reports of a bizarre new infection hardly made an impact. It was the sort of thing that affected far off big cities, nothing for small town citizens like them to be concerned about.

When reports of an infection became reports of an outbreak, a fair number of folks found themselves a bit more anxious than they cared to admit. However, most people reassured themselves that the media was blowing the symptoms of the patients out of proportion. Exaggeration does, after all, get better ratings. It wasn’t too long ago that they claimed ebola would be taking the world by storm and yet the whole thing blew over in less than two months. There was no reason to think this would be any different.

Proud citizens decided to dig in their heels and hold their ground. It was only a matter of time before the government got a handle on the situation, they assured themselves. All they needed to do was to make sure they were well stocked, as most of them often were for the winter, and wait the whole silly mess out. A handful of preppers and survivalists, however, would slip quietly out of town every night and into the woods. If anyone noticed, they only spoke about it in whispers over late night drinks at the bar; some wondering if they should follow suit, others insisting they had to stay and keep an eye on their homes.

When, not more than two weeks later, it finally became an epidemic sweeping the nation, the streets were cleared. Not by the Guard or by swaths of militarized police in riot gear and water tanks, those were the sorts of things you’d see in New York, or maybe Louisville. No, the citizens of these small towns chose to retreat into their homes, confident that they were safe in their isolation with their countless rifles and shotguns. The empty streets and sidewalks were eerily quiet, though once in a while whole neighborhoods would tense up when blood curdling screams would pierce the false calm. Those who were reckless or brave enough to investigate would find that the media's reports of violence were, in fact, rather accurate.

By the time the disease reached pandemic proportions, no one was watching the news anymore. Once the hoard had pushed out from Louisville, anyone who didn’t have the sense to run ended up joining them. In the end, the only things roaming the quaint downtown streets didn’t have pulses, though they were very much animated.


One year later, almost all that’s left in the two rundown towns are dilapidated buildings, overgrown yards, broken windows, and aimless dead. The population is much closer to 200 than 2000. Most anyone looking to claim a house usually stick to the suburbs or the countryside where the dead finally start to thin out. A few of the more brave remnants of the apocalyptic plague seek to band together and form small communities where the old ones once stood.

Regardless of whether those left behind are loners, lunatics, or tight knit groups, those left behind are all now struggling for one thing– to survive.

This is their story.
 
Submission 6
On January sixteenth 2014, government officials came clean on what was being kept a secret for 72 hours. An illness was sweeping across the world, infecting those via blood contact. Normally, this would have been an avoidable infection, something that the military could control, but this was different. Those infected wouldn't suffer from symptoms and die, death was just the beginning of this lethal sickness. The bodies of those who fell due to the flu-like virus rose again, hungry for warm bodies. Many militaries across the world thought there would be a cure, so they kept those afflicted in lockdown facilities. They were fed, but officials were confused as the beasts ignored the warm soup cooked for them, instead they pounded on the glass windows, pulling on the metal fences. They realized as their bodies decayed, there was no going back. In an attempt to exterminate the creatures, the monsters escaped, feasting on the unarmed scientists that studied in offices near the locations. Those that were important enough to survive, died first.

On January eighteenth 2014, those that remained of the military, those that still stood intact, were ordered to evacuate civilians to safe zones. The safe zones weren't exactly safe, though. No amount of walls could contain the sheer lack of knowledge that people lacked, and soon, these safe zones were no longer safe. On February 9th 2014, numerous zones were abandoned by the military, the realized that guns only made the situation worse, and rules and orders made people crazy. Air strikes were ordered on the most populated cities in each state, and the roads between these cities were sectioned, nobody was allowed in, and nobody was allowed out. Civilians were left to their own devices, and many died in the following weeks due to napalm. On February sixteenth 2014, contact between countries was lost. World leaders had not been heard of for days, and official information had been stopped, the infection was now a guessing game. It didn't take long for those that survived in desolate locations to realize that the infected had pinpoint hearing, so they kept quiet. Everybody kept quiet. So quiet that they were presumed dead. On February twenty ninth, the world had been declared a dead zone.

Those that were left behind in their small cities, those that were left for dead because they were not deemed important, survived. Many people realized that teamwork would keep them alive, that they had to keep faith in order to restore civilization, but there were a few rotten apples that used the pandemic as a new beginning, those that used it as a sick weapon. Bandits, thieves and thugs inherited the streets and towns, while the purity that remained stayed inside, clinging to their families. A few settlements were set up, and they thrived, for a while, until the bandits used it as a new playground. Infected were herded and used, bandits realized that people feared the dead more than weapons, so that's what they used to get their own way. Many times, their greed was the end of them, it clouded their judgement and made them stupid, but the damage was already done. The dead caused death, but the bandits that were populated across the world, caused destruction. Fire, debris and shattered glass wasn't caused by the shambling feasters. It was the living that ruined their chances of survival. A year later and the world is dark, bleak and lonely. In places where before you'd never walk the streets alone, the population was melted down into an eight of what it used to be. Cities of 20,000 became colonies of 2500, and a quarter of those were too far gone. Too evil to comprehend their own actions. The infection was just a tool, the destruction was caused by us. We ruined our only hope of survival, and this is what's left.
 
Submission 7
 
"All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd..."
-from "Darkness" by Lord Byron​

The end was fast, its origins uncertain. There's no reliable information as to where it began, or why, at least none that was released to the public, and not much of that public left to speculate on it. Most of the conspiracy theory nutters are dead, and for any who remain, well, they have more pressing matters to worry about. The end of the world is not without its perks.

Like an earthquake far out to sea that spawns a deadly tsunami, the epicenter of the virus lies buried under miles of murky conjecture, misinformation, and pandemonium. The repercussions of that unspecified focal point grew, undetected, building momentum. The first faint ripples became waves, those waves grew to massive swells, until finally they crested into a single, gargantuan mass, looming over a surprised and frightened humanity. And then came crashing down, engulfing the world in a deluge of fear and blood and biting death.

The why is not really important anyway. It is as likely some random occurrence as anything else. From what we have been able to gather the effects of the virus are global. No nation is untouched. There are no safe havens.

I remember one of the earliest reports of the outbreak. A reporter for some local station out of Louisville. Pretty, young. What had her name been, Veronica? Deborah? I suppose it no longer matters, if it ever did.

Even after three tours in Iraq, I have always been rather amazed at the calmness of journalists, especially those who reported from amid the chaos of natural disasters and war zones, armed with nothing more than a mic and a firm resolve to report the news, no matter what. I'm not talking here about the sensationalist sort that used to fill the airwaves with fear-mongering, biased twaddle, but the ones with actual integrity.

This reporter was one of those. Young, a bit green, but a professional, with only the very faintest waver in her voice. But who could believe such a wild story; the dead rising, eating the living. Most didn't. After all, she didn't have any actual footage of the carnage, just her own eye-witness account.

But I believed her. You could see it in her eyes, behind that professional facade; the fear, the abject horror. As I was soon to find out first hand, no one escapes that first encounter with undeath unscathed. It changes you. Hers was a look with which I was subsequently to become intimately familiar. I see it every day, staring back at me in the mirror.

I had spent the four years prior to the end of the world stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, home to the United States Bullion Depository. "Safer than Fort Knox." That used to be an actual saying in the old world. And it was true. We were as ready for any threat foreign or domestic. Any external threat, that is. No one expected an invasion from within, and certainly not by our own.

As I said before, it happened fast. The base hospital filled up quickly, even the parking lots were packed with those stricken by the virus. Soon, every spare building had become an infirmary. Finally, there were so many sick and dying, people were asked to remain in their homes. And when the change came we were as ill-prepared as anyone.

At first soldiers were reluctant to fire upon civilians, even as those "civilians" devoured them. This only exacerbated the problem, but who could blame them. These were their family, their friends, their comrades in arms. We were outnumbered eight to one, and each one we lost would rise to bolster their ranks. The base fell in a matter of hours, leaving only scattered pockets of resistance. Like this one.

One thing is certain, though. All of that gold is safe now. Safer than it ever was in human hands. Protected by an army that needs neither sleep, nor pay, nor even food and water. And, ironically, a guard for whom gold has as little use as a soft bed and a home-cooked meal.

We still scan the radio traffic. Granted, there's not much, but we get the occasional call for help, supplies, evacuation. Evacuation, that's rich. Three soldiers and a handful of civilians trapped in a former bomb shelter, with dwindling supplies, surrounded by zombies.

We did try, in the beginning, before the fuel for the helo ran out. We conducted sorties, picked up a few, mostly from Muldraugh. Now we just listen and try to give what advice we can. We can't save them. We can barely save ourselves.

That's what is left now. Scattered bands of survivors, trying to fix a broken puzzle; to put back together pieces that no longer fit. If they had seen what I have, they wouldn't even bother. I'm not sure why we do. Entire cities in flame. Endless piles of corpses. Miles of ambling undead, as far as the eye can see.

It's their world now.


Lt. Colonel Rebecca Gray
3rd Sustainment Command (Expeditionary)
Fort Knox, Kentucky​

 

SUBMISSION 8

Never imagined myself to be the journal-entry type person. Then again I never imaged to be the type of person to run around town dodging dead cannibals, looting anything I can, killing everything I have to, and breaking into any house I come across without thinking twice. Seems the end of the world has coerced me out of my comfort zone.

Actually feels quite strange writing. Haven’t done it in months. Not so much as a signature. What good is a ball point pen and a clean sheet of paper when the world around you is broken. I feel like the asshole in a sinking ship sitting at his desk writing some memoirs.

But, alas, with all the chaos and how quickly it came about… I’m not even sure if anyone has tried to tell this story. I’m not the perfect candidate by any means, but I have a heartbeat and a pen. That’s better than most.

I’m not sure how it started, but I’ve already seen the end.

Roughly four years ago mankind started to stir. It was if we had caught a lucky break. Virus and disease had always plagued the human body, always detrimental to our physical form. Then came a mulligan; Sanus.

Sanus threw all Biologists, Doctors, Neuroscientists for a loop. Pretty much if you had a college degree in the medical field, it was all hands on deck with this little oddity. Like a virus it was alien in nature, toting a different cell structure than anything mankind had seen before.

Phlebotomists were the first to notice. A rapid reproducing agent within our blood that didn’t fall into any category, or genome, of any virus or bacteria that we knew of.

It was estimated to have incubated in every single human being across the globe within 96 hours of its discovery.

“Benign”; that was the first reports issued by the CDC. A superficial and benign cell, simply using our body as a host.

As time progressed and upon closer examination this “benign agent” began to spread it’s wings. Cancer rates began to dip, bone marrow and density began to climb, diabetes fatalities dropped, even HIV patients began to produce fully functioning white blood cells in record numbers, spinal cord injuries and even neurological ailments began to subside.

It seemed our new biological freaks of nature were God’s greatest gift to mankind. Thoroughly boosting everything the human body relied on. Respiratory, Lymbic, Cardiovascular, Neurological, even reproductive organs. Viagra became a thing of the past in those few glorious years.

Hence the name Sanus; Latin for healthy. It became synonymous pro-biotics and Kale. And just like pro-biotics and Kale, it became old news. Humanity continued as usual with our symbiotic friends.

We still blew each other up, fell in love, shot at, stole from, made love to, lied to, killed, showed compassions towards, danced with, hated everyone just as before. Not a lot had changed in the grand scheme of things. We just became healthier.

Sanus did as well.

It happened so quick it is hard to put into words.

Our new found light, became darkness.

You either woke up; a flesh crazed embodiment of what used to be a person, or a terrified mortal.

The last shred of credible information I remember seeing before complete system failure; a medical report, shared on facebook of all things (I remember trying to shit in some quiet bushes and being ecstatic I had bars on my phone, sadly I was too terrified to actually drop a much needed deuce.. especially after the unwelcomed news). Cat-scans of a human nervous system incased in a web of malicious and transformed Sanus cells head to toe. Under a microscope the “benign cell” went from friend to foe overnight, globally. Along with a 95% mutation rate (estimated, or so the half-assed article said).

Our healthy bodies were not by chance, rather by design. Sanus was much more methodical than any had ever thought.

Complete modern day infrastructure was down within 5 days. Internet, power, whole kit and caboodle. Without server managers, IT, police, nurses, pole men, doctors… everything came to a crashing halt. Currency, even gold meant nothing.

Those souls that you relied upon weeks ago were now godless creatures. Slow, stumbling in their host but overwhelming and relentless.

No one knows why some of us survived the mutation. There was no method to the madness, no natural selection or survival of the fittest. Just chance.

Worst yet, despite our “invulnerability” for whatever reason we were once again fragile mammals. A simple bite from these motherfuckers and everything starts going into motion, it’s bad news bears. There are rumors of some surviving a bite, I’ve yet to witness it. Our boasted immune system diminished, our vitality, our strength. It seemed it either took over or bailed. Those few of us that didn’t become zombies, walkers, undead (whatever the fuck you want to call them) seem to have lost our immunity we took for granted. If you didn’t turn, Sanus no longer worked in your favor.

Common cold, superficial cuts, starvation and dehydration is now more dangerous than it was before all of this. Complacency is a bitch like that.

Three months ago a good night would’ve been some chilled white wine, heat, a baller place, a good movie and a hot chick to wrap my arm around.

Now, I’m content over canned beans, a handful of shotgun shells and bottled water.

I board up houses that I do not own, I shoot those that fell without disregard, and I do my best not to think about the future to come or why I’m still here as there is no point.

Usually the only interaction I have with another true living soul these days is brief. Eye contact, maybe a few muttered words in passing, every now and then a common truce. But we are both fighting tooth and nail to survive.

Sorry for the rant, also apologies for the lack of information as to what really is going on in this world (I’m not even sure myself). But when the lights go dark and the system shuts down; information was the first to go, follow closely by morality.

I can’t remember what I used to fear.

And I mean truly fear.

Terror is commonplace among these parts. But for me, personally….

Opening my eyes upon waking up; those brief seconds in which your mind does its best to recognize where you are and what you have to deal with. Awakening to the grim reality that any of my imaginative wildest nightmares, are dwarfed in comparison to the horrors that this New Dawn will surely bring.

That’s my greatest terror, and I face it daily.

-Archer Francis

P.S. I’ve been bitten.

 

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cmon people who doesnt want a chance to win free stuff, writing a story of all things!

I agree, have a go any of you writers out there, always keen to read some more zombie-related literature! :)

 

If you havent yet swing back by our forums and read some of the crazy RP character bios/back-stories people had created.  When its dead at work i love wasting time reading through them all

 

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