Comments | chaos_blue: The living end....

chaos_blue

The living end....

Mar 05, 2009 12:24

At approximately 10h30 am, a small viral outbreak occurred in the mall... It caught on fast, the elderly make for an easy meal even to such slow moving creatures...

I believe I am now all that is left. The zombies know i am here but i have found a way to keep them at bay for the time being. Unfortunately, I am not sure just how long these doors ( Read more... )

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jadex3 March 5 2009, 21:06:10 UTC

It's on the news now. "The dead are eating the flesh of the people they murder." There's widespread confusion and panic. I'm wondering whether to barricade myself, or to come get you so we can look for weapons, preserves. After all, what good will a barricade do me if I only have a limited supply of food...

I wonder where my father put his father's old gun.

chaos_blue March 5 2009, 21:13:38 UTC

I think I can make it to the roof through the vents. I've completely barricaded the front door with furniture and rendered it impassible to buy me time.

If you do come, get Jon. We could use his crazy driving skills.

Food here... but Zellers makes for a really poor weapon shop. Lets hope my dying thought won't be "Why couldn't I get stranded in a mall with a Canadian Tire?"

jadex3 March 6 2009, 02:39:48 UTC

Jon is M.I.A.! I can only hope he will receive the message I left for him to try and join up with us.

Canadian Tire, yes... there's one on Sources, on the way. I can only imagine the shape it's in, though.

If I get the weapons, and you can get food, where are meeting up to fortify ourselves?

chaos_blue March 6 2009, 16:00:38 UTC

Ikea.

anonymous March 5 2009, 21:13:52 UTC

praise jebus! i thought i was the only survivor...just remember: aim for the head! And whatever you do, don't kpdsaofpa [jfda...........

........bbB R aaa ii Nssss sss !!!!

bigdoggie March 7 2009, 01:23:27 UTC

Good lord it's the rapture! And I couldn't be more excited! Well, not that it's likely you'll die. I'm not excited about that. And they all said I was crazy! Hah! who's crazy now? I told them it was more than just daydreams of the apocalypse. Weapons are ready and easy to get at, armor too. Not sure what I did with the dynamite though..... I should probably go and find that.
Mark my words, I said, If she turns into a brain sucking groaner, you're damn right I'm gonna be the one to.....ah there it is, now why would I hide high explosives with my tax information?
What was I saying?
oh
CHARGE!

PS. lol @ Ikea, you want to wall yourself in with cheap furniture you have to put together first?

chaos_blue March 9 2009, 14:53:38 UTC

Its been an exhausting couple of days but I've finally managed to make it out of Dorval. I took out the mall before leaving but its clear it was already too late to stop the outbreak.

I'm currently hiding out at an Internet café downtown. I haven't encountered any other survivors on my trek here, but I tried to stay mostly out of sight. The streets are deserted which is somewhat more unnerving then having to fight your way through a horde. Montreal looks desolate so empty in the morning...

No sense in dwelling though, right?

We need a rendez-vous point. I need to stock up on weapons so I'll be hitting a few places before meeting up with you...

At least assuming this note finds you all alive.

P.S. Ikea furniture boxes make for great fortifications while the upstairs is a comfortable place to crash. Yes? Yes! Awesome. (Minus the whole zombie apocalypse thing)

jadex3 March 10 2009, 15:26:16 UTC

Still alive. Still alive.

I made it to the Canadian Tire on Sources, but it was no picnic. All along Sources were deserted cars and one too many of those freaks walking around. I almost turned back, but realized that wasn't really an option. Half-rotten flesh splattered onto my Camry's front bumper. I could smell it from the inside.

I got to the store with nothing in hand, but grabbed the first heavy object I could find. I tried to stay hidden. Can these things smell me, sense me?... No, I don't think their senses are so sharp.

Made it to the guns. The Ammo. Packs and holders. Ham radio. It was all I could carry.

On my way out, I saw my car. It was absolutely covered in zombies. There was no way, even with a long-range weapon, I could get rid of them all... they would just keep coming.

I barricaded myself in a manager's office in the back. Phone line here. Who do I call? Who can help me now?

...

Ted.

The arrival of Ted bigdoggie March 10 2009, 16:00:03 UTC

Ted receives the call. It cannot be ignored ( ... )

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