What a day....
Out of breath. Bleeding. Exhausted. I honestly didn't see me coming out of that alive. (I don't even know if I honestly DID make it out alive yet.) I'm safe. That will have to be enough for now.
They started making their way into the building via the roof ducts and an unmonitored window on the far side of the building. We had to make our move... we were no longer able to defend our location. Peter, a guy from research, found an old pesticide sprayer on the back loading dock... so we filled it with the zombie melting mixture and prepared for our exit. shagglbrox was still outside waiting. It was as if he was giving the Zombies orders. He was definitely in charge.
The Front door was open... we took our turns stepping out the front door into the parking lot. Shagglbrox wheeled his head about and almost snapped to attention. His long hair matted with dried blood was moving gently in the breeze. As I stepped through the door, I pulled my pistol and readied to drop some zombie slimeballs. He saw me. I'm not sure why he had this vendetta against me... perhaps because I was taking the time to post these updates... maybe he didn't want anybody to find out about what was REALLY going down. Was this all part of some government coverup?
I took my steps liberally towards my car... when he began his SCREAMING again. He called all the others over to where we were. I just had the feeling that we were absolutely done for. I popped the trunk and threw my bag of provisions in. How fitting... I'm trying to escape a bunch of zombies in a car that looks like a hearse.
Just as I slammed the trunk shut, a hand sprang out from underneath my car and grabbed my ankle. With one, faster than possible movement, I had been pulled to the ground violently. Luckily Peter saw what was happening and before that undead cretin could bleed on me or bite me... he was on him with the sprayer. One melted Zombie dude. But now they were all around us. Thousands of them... there was no way to get away. I had to face Shagglbrox.
The others had gotten seperated from Peter and I when I made the turn for my car. There was only 10 of us... but the way the undead came at them... there was little anyone could do to save them. Quickly, one by one, they were picked off and gruesomely dismembered. I squared off and fired 3 quick rounds and took out 3 of the zombies. I was gonna need to reload VERY soon... but I also couldn't take the moments necessary to do so. I turned and took a shot at Shagglbrox again... but the shot was deflected by another ghoul stepping up to do us harm. He got the worst of it though as he began melting on the spot from the poisoned bullet.
I took a step towards the military jeep that was hosting the dread one. The zombies backed off of us. They kept us surrounded in a tight circle. At any moment they could have had us. I took another step... slowly walking towards the jeep. Shagglbrox's screaming was intense... Unearthly in it's pitch and resonance. Was this how they communicated? I lowered my gun's sight down on him and he stopped his shrieking. He leveled his gaze on me. I was looking into his deadened eyes. Yellow. Horrid. I'll never forget the look in those eyes. Not for as long as I live.
I held back a bit... making sure I didn't get seperated from Peter. Hopefully Shagglbrox hadn't seen what had happened to his minion on the other side of my car. We were hoping that we still had the element of surprise. It was at this point... that the very brain Shaggy wanted to devour... was going to be his undoing.
Quickly I asked Peter to completely cover me, head to toe, in the zombie-melting mixture (ZMM). I was soaking wet... and sticky as gum on the floor of a theater. I was going to sacrifice myself. I had no idea what would happen. I had no idea whether my family had made it or not. I had no idea what I was doing... but I was doing it.
I turned to Shag and took a step forward. His head cocked to one side and a look of confusion spread across his face. I took another step. He was still keeping his minions back. Peter was sticking to my side. I took another step. A Look of pure hatred crossed the face of Shagglbrox. He jumped off the back of the jeep and landed 2 feet away from us. I thought we were done for. I leveled my gun on him once more and he snatched it out of my hand.
He took a swing at me with his crusted fingernails. Somehow I found the effort to duck out of his path... and punched him in the stomach. He recoiled a bit and looked up at me in complete disbelief. He reared his head and hand back to strike a mighty blow, when I sidestepped him and Peter hit him full force in the face with the sprayer! (I'm not above cheating) He doused him in the ZMM. He screamed in agony. Green smoke curled up from his writhing body. His flesh melted off the bones in a hideous display of human combustion. He fell to the ground at my feet. With a swift and thorough move... I stepped onto his head collapsing the skull crushing the head completely.
THAT is when I REALLY started to panic. I had NO IDEA what would happen once their leader had been killed. But they all began to back off. Peter began darting about spraying any and all of them in his path... I took the few moments neccessary to reload the pistol with 3 new shells... just in case.
Peter and I headed back for my car... it was time to leave. We got out on the road and passed hundreds upon hundreds of massacres on the highways. Zombies were munching on left overs... but we were being left alone. Not sure why. Still don't know why. I picked up a station on my satellite radio from California.
It seems what happened was not a localized event. Similar trucks all over the country in specific target cities, were wrecked into power substations. Their cargo spilled, causing a mass epidemics of the undead.
We decided to stay in hiding. But we needed more stuff... and I needed to know if my family had made it out alive. We headed back to my house. That is where I'm writing this now. It seems my family made it out alright. They did what they were told to do. So at nightfall, I'm going to head out and go looking for them.... actuyally, it's just now starting to get dark... so I'm going to close this out and start my packing.
I hope this gets out to some survivors. That there is a record of my tale. But this is where I'm going to leave you... as I'm going to focus more on the search for my family and less on keeping a diary.
I'll be in touch, as soon as I have any news to report.
Now if only I could just shake this cough........................
They started making their way into the building via the roof ducts and an unmonitored window on the far side of the building. We had to make our move... we were no longer able to defend our location. Peter, a guy from research, found an old pesticide sprayer on the back loading dock... so we filled it with the zombie melting mixture and prepared for our exit. shagglbrox was still outside waiting. It was as if he was giving the Zombies orders. He was definitely in charge.
The Front door was open... we took our turns stepping out the front door into the parking lot. Shagglbrox wheeled his head about and almost snapped to attention. His long hair matted with dried blood was moving gently in the breeze. As I stepped through the door, I pulled my pistol and readied to drop some zombie slimeballs. He saw me. I'm not sure why he had this vendetta against me... perhaps because I was taking the time to post these updates... maybe he didn't want anybody to find out about what was REALLY going down. Was this all part of some government coverup?
I took my steps liberally towards my car... when he began his SCREAMING again. He called all the others over to where we were. I just had the feeling that we were absolutely done for. I popped the trunk and threw my bag of provisions in. How fitting... I'm trying to escape a bunch of zombies in a car that looks like a hearse.
Just as I slammed the trunk shut, a hand sprang out from underneath my car and grabbed my ankle. With one, faster than possible movement, I had been pulled to the ground violently. Luckily Peter saw what was happening and before that undead cretin could bleed on me or bite me... he was on him with the sprayer. One melted Zombie dude. But now they were all around us. Thousands of them... there was no way to get away. I had to face Shagglbrox.
The others had gotten seperated from Peter and I when I made the turn for my car. There was only 10 of us... but the way the undead came at them... there was little anyone could do to save them. Quickly, one by one, they were picked off and gruesomely dismembered. I squared off and fired 3 quick rounds and took out 3 of the zombies. I was gonna need to reload VERY soon... but I also couldn't take the moments necessary to do so. I turned and took a shot at Shagglbrox again... but the shot was deflected by another ghoul stepping up to do us harm. He got the worst of it though as he began melting on the spot from the poisoned bullet.
I took a step towards the military jeep that was hosting the dread one. The zombies backed off of us. They kept us surrounded in a tight circle. At any moment they could have had us. I took another step... slowly walking towards the jeep. Shagglbrox's screaming was intense... Unearthly in it's pitch and resonance. Was this how they communicated? I lowered my gun's sight down on him and he stopped his shrieking. He leveled his gaze on me. I was looking into his deadened eyes. Yellow. Horrid. I'll never forget the look in those eyes. Not for as long as I live.
I held back a bit... making sure I didn't get seperated from Peter. Hopefully Shagglbrox hadn't seen what had happened to his minion on the other side of my car. We were hoping that we still had the element of surprise. It was at this point... that the very brain Shaggy wanted to devour... was going to be his undoing.
Quickly I asked Peter to completely cover me, head to toe, in the zombie-melting mixture (ZMM). I was soaking wet... and sticky as gum on the floor of a theater. I was going to sacrifice myself. I had no idea what would happen. I had no idea whether my family had made it or not. I had no idea what I was doing... but I was doing it.
I turned to Shag and took a step forward. His head cocked to one side and a look of confusion spread across his face. I took another step. He was still keeping his minions back. Peter was sticking to my side. I took another step. A Look of pure hatred crossed the face of Shagglbrox. He jumped off the back of the jeep and landed 2 feet away from us. I thought we were done for. I leveled my gun on him once more and he snatched it out of my hand.
He took a swing at me with his crusted fingernails. Somehow I found the effort to duck out of his path... and punched him in the stomach. He recoiled a bit and looked up at me in complete disbelief. He reared his head and hand back to strike a mighty blow, when I sidestepped him and Peter hit him full force in the face with the sprayer! (I'm not above cheating) He doused him in the ZMM. He screamed in agony. Green smoke curled up from his writhing body. His flesh melted off the bones in a hideous display of human combustion. He fell to the ground at my feet. With a swift and thorough move... I stepped onto his head collapsing the skull crushing the head completely.
THAT is when I REALLY started to panic. I had NO IDEA what would happen once their leader had been killed. But they all began to back off. Peter began darting about spraying any and all of them in his path... I took the few moments neccessary to reload the pistol with 3 new shells... just in case.
Peter and I headed back for my car... it was time to leave. We got out on the road and passed hundreds upon hundreds of massacres on the highways. Zombies were munching on left overs... but we were being left alone. Not sure why. Still don't know why. I picked up a station on my satellite radio from California.
It seems what happened was not a localized event. Similar trucks all over the country in specific target cities, were wrecked into power substations. Their cargo spilled, causing a mass epidemics of the undead.
We decided to stay in hiding. But we needed more stuff... and I needed to know if my family had made it out alive. We headed back to my house. That is where I'm writing this now. It seems my family made it out alright. They did what they were told to do. So at nightfall, I'm going to head out and go looking for them.... actuyally, it's just now starting to get dark... so I'm going to close this out and start my packing.
I hope this gets out to some survivors. That there is a record of my tale. But this is where I'm going to leave you... as I'm going to focus more on the search for my family and less on keeping a diary.
I'll be in touch, as soon as I have any news to report.
Now if only I could just shake this cough........................