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'''Entry #9 Hope in Warnings'''<br> | '''Entry #9 Hope in Warnings'''<br> | ||
|I started towards the flares direction; it was a cold night with an unforgiving chill. As I walked through<br> the lonely streets I was led towards a vacant auto repair shop. “This must have been where the signal<br> came from” I thought to myself. There was a dangling sign that said: Marston Auto Repair. The doors of<br> the repair shop were secured closed; it looked very vacant while I heard, than seen four zombies slowly<br> approach…<br><br> | |''I started towards the flares direction; it was a '''cold''' night with an unforgiving '''chill'''.'' As I '''walked''' through<br> the lonely streets I was led towards a '''vacant''' ''auto repair shop''. “This must have been where the '''signal'''<br> came from” I '''thought''' to myself. There was a '''dangling''' sign that said: Marston Auto Repair. The doors of<br> the ''repair shop'' were '''secured''' closed; it looked very '''vacant''' while I heard, than seen four '''zombies''' slowly<br> approach…<br><br> | ||
I started to hide... I had found a small open entrance into the garage of the building and I crawled<br> through it. As I explored and opened doors on the inside of the building I noticed that there was a power<br> generator on with a fuel gage display that indicated a close to empty tank. As I turned I immediately saw<br> “The Blue Knife” written in spray-paint on the wall behind me. What is the Blue Knife? I began to think...<br> There was no trace of the flares source so I began to sneak back outside of the building and into the<br> streets.<br><br> | I started to '''hide'''... I had found a small open entrance into the ''garage'' of the building and I '''crawled'''<br> through it. As I explored and '''opened''' doors on the inside of the building I '''noticed''' that there was a power<br> '''generator''' on with a fuel gage display that indicated a close to '''empty''' tank. As I turned I immediately saw<br> ''“The Blue Knife”'' written in '''spray-paint''' on the wall behind me. What is the ''Blue Knife?'' I began to think...<br> There was no '''trace''' of the flares source so I began to '''sneak''' back outside of the building and into the<br> streets.<br><br> | ||
[[File:Autorepairadam.jpg]]<br><br> | [[File:Autorepairadam.jpg]]<br><br> | ||
Before I managed to leave the entrance I was grabbed by something, as I looked over my shoulder there<br> was a zombie attached to my arm. He clawed several times into my flesh ripping my sleeve, I managed<br> to kick him backwards and I ran out onto the street avoiding the other four zombies who were waiting<br> for a warm meal.<br><br> | Before I managed to leave the entrance I was '''grabbed''' by something, as I looked over my shoulder there<br> was a zombie '''attached''' to my arm. He clawed several times into my '''flesh''' ripping my sleeve, I managed<br> to kick him '''backwards''' and I ran out onto the street avoiding the other four zombies who were waiting<br> for a '''warm''' meal.<br><br> | ||
I made it back to my church, avoiding further confrontation. I know it is my church because the courtyard<br> is noticeable with the statues of weeping angels that line the entrance. The door leading to the church was<br> open…I swear to myself that it was closed when I had left. Concerned that it was a zombie I prepared<br> myself and cautiously entered.<br><br> | I made it back to my ''church'', avoiding further confrontation. I know it is my ''church'' because the ''courtyard''<br> is noticeable with the statues of '''weeping angels''' that line the entrance. The door leading to the ''church'' was<br> open…I swear to myself that it was '''closed''' when I had '''left'''. Concerned that it was a zombie I '''prepared'''<br> myself and '''cautiously''' entered.<br><br> | ||
[[File:Angelsadam.jpg]]<br><br> | [[File:Angelsadam.jpg]]<br><br> | ||
Inside I found a man hiding in the confession booth to the church. I knew it was a man because I could<br> hear him cough and see his dark brown boots underneath the door… zombies usually do not cough or<br> show signs of any infection besides their own (which is not the common cold). I then pulled the door<br> open to the confession booth exposing him….<br><br> | Inside I found a man hiding in the ''confession booth'' to the ''church''. I knew it was a '''man''' because I could<br> hear him '''cough''' and see his dark brown boots underneath the door… zombies usually do not '''cough''' or<br> show signs of any infection besides their '''own''' (which is not the common cold). I then pulled the door<br> open to the ''confession booth'' '''exposing''' him….<br><br> | ||
The man seemed very weary of me… I noticed<br> the determination within his eyes as he spoke. “How long<br> have you been in this hell hole? I've been here since the | The '''man''' seemed very weary of me… I noticed<br> the '''determination''' within his eyes as he spoke. “How long<br> have you been in this ''hell hole''? I've been here since the '''beginning'''…as soon as it hit the fan.” I noticed<br> his '''appearance''' involved a white tie, short-sleeved shirt, red jacket, brown coat, and black jeans. He was<br> similar to the others that I had seen as they had '''blood''' on their clothing as well. What a common<br> occurrence in this dark city, almost like the people of ''Milton'' are “'''marked'''” for death I '''thought''' to myself.<br><br> | ||
I asked him many questions and received no answers. He seemed harmless enough to me that I left him<br> be. We were both so similar in our needs that where he came from did not matter to me. He didn’t<br> attack me when I discovered him and I left to my own quarters for the night.<br><br> | I asked him many questions and received no answers. He seemed '''harmless''' enough to me that I left him<br> be. We were both so similar in our '''needs''' that where he came from did not matter to me. He didn’t<br> attack me when I discovered him and I left to my own ''quarters'' for the '''night'''.<br><br> | ||
In the morning, I heard him scuffling | In the morning, I heard him '''scuffling''' around…'''looking''' for something. Again he wouldn’t '''speak''' with me<br> when asked what his plans were. I said "Good morning to you… I know it has been a rough night for<br> both of us, you can stay here just be careful not to make too much '''noise''' or use any '''lights'''. They could<br> see us you know. "Then I provided him with '''food'''. He wouldn’t accept the food right away so I left a<br> tray '''next''' to him.<br><br> | ||
I than gathered my supplies and decided to look for others like him. To remind them of a place they<br> can go for sanctuary.<br><br> | I than '''gathered''' my supplies and decided to look for others like him. To remind them of a place they<br> can go for ''sanctuary''.<br><br> | ||
As I was walking during the morning I came across a man sleeping on hotel steps. He didn’t appear to<br> be hostile and I told him where the church was. That it was important for him to go there if he<br> required safety and that it’s open to those in need.<br><br> | As I was '''walking''' during the '''morning''' I came across a man '''sleeping''' on hotel steps. He didn’t appear to<br> be '''hostile''' and I told him where the ''church'' was. That it was '''important''' for him to go there if he<br> required '''safety''' and that it’s open to those in '''need'''.<br><br> | ||
Another person that I met was a woman. Every other individual that I have met thus far is either dead or<br> a male. I have a soft spot for the ladies especially since they are very vulnerable to everyone. I can see<br> the idea of predators existing during this catastrophe. I worked with them at the prison, in the jails and<br> the courthouses. I don’t know who has escaped and happened to be killed, I just knew it was very<br> unsafe for ladies to be alone. I wanted to offer her a place to go but I didn’t. She began talking about her<br> lost kittens while wearing a blood-soaked pale blue blouse. She seemed odd and really out of place. I<br> don’t know if I trusted her sanity during these times of an apocalypse so I passed her by. It’s not my<br> normal nature to do that to someone but I just knew she would be a risk because of the mental<br> instability. <br><br>[[File:Catlady.jpg]]<br><br> | Another person that I met was a '''woman'''. Every other individual that I have met thus far is either '''dead''' or<br> a male. I have a '''soft''' spot for the ladies especially since they are very '''vulnerable''' to everyone. I can see<br> the idea of '''predators''' existing during this '''catastrophe'''. I '''worked''' with them at the prison, in the jails and<br> the courthouses. I don’t know who has '''escaped''' and happened to be '''killed''', I just knew it was very<br> '''unsafe''' for ladies to be '''alone'''. I wanted to offer her a '''place''' to go but I '''didn’t'''. She began talking about her<br> '''lost''' kittens while wearing a '''blood-soaked''' pale blue blouse. She seemed '''odd''' and really out of place. I<br> don’t know if I '''trusted her sanity''' during these times of an apocalypse so I passed her by. It’s not my<br> normal nature to do that to someone but I just knew she would be a risk because of the '''mental'''<br> '''instability'''. <br><br>[[File:Catlady.jpg]]<br><br> | ||
I decided to head back to my home as I was becoming exhausted. I saw a poster at a club that was<br> hanging off the side wall. It mentioned that there was a killer on the loose, his name is Kyle Jenkinso. I<br> decided that maybe it was a good time to head back as another zombie came out from the alleyway. I<br> struck him with my trusty friend and made it back to my home ground.<br><br> | I decided to head back to my home as I was becoming '''exhausted'''. I saw a '''poster''' at a club that was<br> hanging off the side wall. It mentioned that there was a '''killer''' on the loose, his name is ''Kyle Jenkinso''. I<br> decided that maybe it was a good time to head back as another zombie came out from the ''alleyway''. I<br> struck him with my trusty friend and made it back to my home ground.<br><br> | ||
Once back inside I told my new company that what had happened and my idea of inviting others to stay<br> in our home. He seemed indifferent to the idea, as I grabbed the empty plate that was left near him on<br> the | Once back inside I told my new '''company''' that what had happened and my idea of '''inviting others''' to stay<br> in our home. He seemed '''indifferent''' to the idea, as I grabbed the '''empty plate''' that was left near him on<br> the ''floor''….<br><br> | ||
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