Journal:John Collins

Introduction

The cover is torn, and stained with blood. Some pages are ripped, but the journal is in pretty good condition.

Private First Class Tipnip picks the journal up from a pile of junk on the hospital floor. He drops his shotgun, and shuffles in his seat. He starts reading the journal.

November 25, 2005

I just got this journal to write down what is happening here in Malton. I'm inside my basement. We have no power. The zombies have destroyed them, and also cell phone masts won't work. I don't know WHERE MY PARENTS ARE. The last time I saw them, they were heading to a hardware store to buy some wire and tools. But it doesn't matter right now. I'm probably going to die anyways. If you find this book, please first contact my cell phone num- the rest of the page is torn off.

December 2, 2005

I've been stuck in this basement for a VERY long time. I ran out of food today. I'm starting to feel sick, and I heard shattering glass a few days ago. I'm going to make a run for it right now. I hope I find safety.

December 3, 2005

I kicked the beds that barricaded the stairway away, and I ran. The house looked like a tornado hit it. There are claw marks everywhere, and heard a loud groaning nearby. I was scared so I ran a drop of blood is in the middle of the sentence -there are piles of flesh and bodies everywhere in the street. Abandoned cars are everywhere too, and I saw no sign of human life yet. I don't know what to do right now. I'm confused, tired, and scared. It's good to have some fresh air, but it's very cold out here. I'm in an elementary school's playground. I'm tired, I might as well sleep in the plastic house.

December 4, 2005

The words are barely legible. The corners of the page are torn off Oh shit! A zombie was smashing my chest with his strong arms while I was sleeping! I'm still still scared right now. I kicked it, and ran as fast as I could. There, I saw a fireman! He led me to his fire station. I saw dead bodies everywhere while I was on my way with the fireman. The fire station is VERY strongly barricaded. They squeezed beds that they looted from a nearby store on the window. They placed a heavy bookshelf against the main door, and reinforced it with refrigerators. The fireman's name is Bob. He's a very nice guy. He gave me a boost up to the top of the beds that were barricading the windows. It's very nice to talk to humans again. Most of the people in here are weary-looking, tired, and their clothes are blood-stained. My second grade teacher is in the building too. She's very hyperactive. Right now, I'm going to rest for awhile.

Later that day

The bottom half of the page is very wet, and illegible Bob gave me a fire axe! I feel very safe with it. I practiced it on a pile of ruined furniture. It's pretty heavy, but all that weightlifting during high school helps me. It's night right now, and Bob and a group of other people snuck out of the fire station to look for food, other survivors, and useful items. I hope he will be alright. The n- the rest of the page is illegible

December 5, 2005

Bob and his group is back. But two of them are missing, and one of them are dead. They dragged the dead man's body back to the fire station. We buried him to make sure that he won't turn into a zombie. Maybe we will one day get our hands on a syringe, and revive him. The thought of reviving is creepy. I wonder how it would feel like to be revived. Fortunately, they brought lots of food back, and the greatest prize was, an electric generator! We plugged it into the lights of the station, and into a radio transmitter that was in the middle of the fire station garage. It's good to have some light back.

December 7, 2005

I can't believe it. The night of December 5, 2005, a horde of zeds came by. They ripped the fire station's barricade down, and poured in. They grabbed my second grade teacher while she was sleeping, and killed an unlucky survivor on the spot. Bob and I charged at the horde, and we hacked a zed with our axes. It was the most creepiest experience of my life. I cut it's arm off, but it kept on charging. We had to retreat, so we did. We left with only the things we had in hand. We ran, and snuck into a fenced junkyard. I don't feel like sleeping on a pile of metal, but at least we're safe.

December 10?, 2005

A few days ago, we decided to move out. Bob led us into a gun-shop. It was looted. All the shotguns and lethal weapons were gone. The only thing that we could get was a .22 bolt-action Ruger rifle. Oh my god, a .22! I doubt that .22 round can even scratch a zed. Some random guy in our group has it. Bob is thinking about going to a nearby mall called Giddings Mall.

December 12, 2005

Yesterday night, when we woke up, only Bob and I were inside the small gun store. The other guys were gone, and they took the rifle that Bob had. So we spent the whole day finding our way to Giddings Mall. This morning, we realized that the survivors of Giddings Mall would shoot us on sight, and that the mall was too heavily barricaded for us to enter. We had to jump from a coffee store, to a church, then from there, we had to enter the mall's second story by making a makeshift bridge out of a few lengths of some ropes. We made it, and there's a LOT of people here. The supplies are still fresh, and there's many things left to loot. I grabbed a few back of gum for Bob and I before heading to the gun store. The whole mall is powered up, and looks like a fort. There's people of all sizes, shapes, colors, and "experience". Some news reporter is here too. Well anyways, Bob and I entered the gunstore, and were instantly amazed at the size of the store. It was very HUGE. There are racks of all sorts of guns. I have only fired a .22 rifle when I was in the boy scouts, but I can probably handle a gun. I picked a shotgun from an almost empty rack. I smashed a crate up, and picked up the shotgun shells that were extracted from the crate. I loaded my shotgun, and fired a few rounds at the shooting range. Man, this shotgun is heavy, and it packs a serious punch! Bob grabbed an AK-47. We slung it around our backs, and went to the movie theater to go to sleep.

PFC Tipnip drops the journal, and goes outside to go zed hunting. He will come back soon to read the rest of the journal.