Journal:Lingg
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December 19 2008, evening?
This city is too dangerous. Murderers everywhere, zombies lurking around every corner. Everyone's fractured and warring and disorganized. I've been killed and brought back to life twice now, my heartbeat a sweet song to welcome me back to the living. I need to find some way to stop this. Our hearts can't stop beating.
DEC 13 2008
Holy fucking christ. There was...they broke down the barricades. Everyone died, there weren't enough of us there, and I died, I was bitten, and then...everything went sort of blank. Like my mind was gone. Out of my head. I saw humans and I had this indescribable urge to TEAR THEM TO PIECES like they were animals or something, I knew I had to control it, I went to a cemetery from some subconscious inkling that reminded me of the "sacred ground" where zombies can be turned human again. I stood there motionlessly and waited for some passersby to be my savior, and finally, it happened. The fog cleared and my eyes rolled into my head and I fell, right there, full of pain I'd never imagined but thankfully alive in a real sense. Every little movement hurt like hell but I managed to stumble back to the hospital, and here I wait.
Never again, never again.
December 10 2008, evening
Been staying in the Tarasius General Hospital for a while. Lots of people coming in and out. A lot of scared people there. There was a radio that people huddled around and listened to and a transmitter. We heard some people broadcasting about a zombie horde approaching from the east. Always referred to as "zeds"; I like the term. There were a few times the hospital's barricades fell but there are so many people here, the few zombies that make it in get killed quickly. I've taken to wandering around outside looking for strays. I've killed a few but I dunno what good it's done besides give me a lot of practice with my axe. They always stand up again. But no sight of a horde yet.
I'm heading to the nearest mall to see if I can find supplies. Spicer Hills will need some if it's going to survive a zombie assault. Zed assault. I've learned how to get around without having to walk out the front door; it's dangerous, but not as much as walking around not knowing whether I can even get through barricades to hide. Hiding out in some skyscraper for now. I think there's a survivor group running this place as their headquarters. Hopefully it'll be safe for a bit. A bit dark in here though, and no electricity. All the clocks are broken.
nov 25 2008, 5:00 pm
Christ, god, zombies are just...they're too much to fight face-to-face. It's horrifying. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Moved out of the school yesterday as there wasn't much there and too many bad memories. Might go back someday and smash everything that's left in there, who knows. Stopped by a hospital to pick up some supplies; lots of people hanging around, all in good shape. Some crazy idiot smashed the generator in there, though. Saw someone else get shot apparently for killing somebody. Everything's gone to hell. I kept moving. Not really sure where I'm going or why. Dodged some zombies and quickly found a fire station to hide out in. No lights here; the generator's out of fuel. I never liked the dark. Less so these days. Found a fire axe; I like it a bit better than the pistol. I decided to take a look outside to see if anyone needed help and lo and behold, someone was standing there surrounded by three zombies. Those things scare the shit out of me but I couldn't just leave the poor guy to die, so I charged in there with my fire axe and gave those monsters something to remember (if their brains still function). But they just wouldn't go down and I was already starting to wear out, so I tossed my first aid kits to my beleaguered comrade and made like a tree. Dove through the barricades panting like a tired dog.
The way their flesh just sort of hangs there, all graying and dead, and the way they speak... Fuck. Well. They have to be taken care of somehow, I guess. I just wish I weren't so weak.
nov 24 2008 - 1:30 am
Finally found a good place to hide for the night. Rodford Alley School. Fucking hated this place before I dropped out but it's good protection; schools tend to be built like prisons. I think that Zombie Survival Guide said something about schools being good safe places. Better than police stations since everyone would head straight for those anyway. Did manage to find a pistol and a flak jacket; can't shoot for shit but I'll work on it. Found a radio, too. Heard some people begging for help. Zombies on the move. One transmission just ended with a scuffle and silence. Fucked up. Bold text
