7 turned to 20

Got bit. God... they... they got Aces. Bastards snuck up behind him. We were pinned in Lord Hall... We were stupid. Every exit... just waiting there grinning. Monsters. I ran out and thought I could make a break for it. There were more around the corner. I lashed out, coyote in a corner. I turned to run, got a few more, while Shuma backed me up. I got surrounded but pushed my way through. God they bit me.... they bit be. I....I... thought there'd be release but I'm just angry. Angry at myself. Angry at those monsters. Shuma. God help him. Still in Lord. Stay safe bud. Just you and Bone now. 

I think of her—and....that's why I'm angry isn't it. Heh. I

feel

better

Run or shoot? RUN OR SHOOT?!

7. Still alive. BOTH. 

-Jem

J.A.B.S.

Today J.A.B.S. was started in earnest. We are a team: 

Jem—The Chameleon

Aces—'Nuff said

Bone—The Brave

Shuma—Who is faster than 10 fast men

We are untouchable and may zombies everywhere fear our guns—if, they ever see us that is. 

Day 3: Rising Tide

Things are getting rough. Had another encounter today, luckily it didn't see Shuma who proceeded to shoot it. Another kill for him. Aces got stalked last night, and Bone came home panting again. I'm almost jealous these guys are seeing so much action. Some primal need to be chased. But living is nice too. Rain stopped. My thoughts are with her. 

-Jem

Kills: 1

Ammo: 6

Sock Flails: 2

Health: 93

Pills: 0

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 0

Day 2: (cont.): They walk among us

Security around here is terrible. Bunch of nearly turned stumbling around the buildings. I'll wait for them to leave first. Saw a crowd on the way here, humans, but my heart still stopped. Better safe then sorry. Better safe then sorry. My thoughts are with her.

Kills: 1

Ammo: 6

Sock Flails: 2

Health: 99

Pills: 0

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 2

Day 2: First Blood

Status: Wet

Bone didn't sleep much, had to wait for him this morning. We got split up though... not sure how.

Got to the union, they had lettuce. Yay. Met up with Bone. Zombies outside everywhere. 

Had my first kill. All stealthy like too. Note to self, zombies hate the rain. Pussies. Slapped him as he walked by, real easy. Almost feel bad. Almost.

Still a lot of day ahead. My thoughts are with her.

-Jem

Kills: 1

Ammo: 5

Sock Flails: 2

Health: 98

Pills: 2

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 0

Came close to death. Could practically smell the rotting stench of the infected form of Mike... A good friend of mine... So sad.

I'm alive thankfully. Managed to load a blank into my gun during the attack, thank god for the Shuma.

I owe him.

God help us.

Ammo: 5

Sock Flails: 1

Health: 99

Pills: 5

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 1

The Dark Crescendo

11:00 am.

Three hours have passed since my arrival in the safe zone. No infected encountered on my way in, but many spotted since.

I'm secure for the moment, but I have witnessed the horde lumber through in greater numbers by the hour. I myself have had the fortune of not needing to draw my gun to this point, but I fear that privileged time has all but run out.

This drawn out period sheltered here in this technological fortress has granted me time to think. Time, I confess, I do not desire. With this growing plague, this amplifying cloud of torment spreading across the campus, I begin to question what it really is to be alive...

No word from any other survivors...

God help us.

Ammo: 5

Sock Flails: 1

Health: 99

Pills: 6

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 1

Went from York to Nevile.

Killed 2.

Went from Nevile to Union.

Met up with another survivor.  None spotted.  Party broke up.

Rounds 6

Health 98

Pills 1

Molotovs 1

Pipe Bombs 1

Will we make it?

I question the validity of my work. Late into the night I continue my search for a cure, running the experiments again and again, fine-tuning the program that is now analyzing the DNA structure of this infection. Is there a cure? Is there yet hope? My hours are long, my eyes deep-set. Still, onward I program, hopeful past the despair in my heart that echos the truth.

Status: Tired
Ammo remaining: 6
Sock flails: 1
Health: 67
Pills: 0
Molotovs: 0
pipe bombs: 3

Night 1: May we sleep like the dead

Status: Optimistic, yet Anxious 

As I prepare for the sleep, I reflect on the day. What will tomorrow bring. Will I live to see another night? Will York have Honeydew again? As always, my thoughts are with her.

Ammo remaining: 6

Sock Flails: 2

health: 93

Pills: 2

Molotovs: 0

Pipe Bombs: 0

-Jem

Started at york.

Went to aroostok.

Went from aroostok to nevil.

Went front nevil to union.

1 zombie killed

Went from union to little.

Went from little to union.

Went from union to aroostok.

Zombie spotted

Went from aroostok to york.

Stalked but escaped

Party broke up.  One taken down.  Wii was collected.  Wii was played.  Escaped out back after clever ruse.  Utilized backdoor and tree cover.  God help me.  There are so many.

Ammo remaining: 6

health: 98

Pills: 0

Molotovs: 1

Pipe Bombs: 1

Day 1: (cont.)

Went out to escort Aces from informational meeting, at great personal risk mind you. He didn't seem that appreciative. Doesn't take zombie threat seriously. Keep an eye on him.

After, Bone and I went on a foraging mission... rations are low. Depot was low, but no action so that's good. Got some doughnuts and cashews. Walk back was nice. My thoughts are with her. 

Day 1: 420

Today the virus arrived on our campus. It was after that day's prep briefing, while we all spilled out onto the mall. I ran with Shuma and Bone like bitches, till we met up with some friends. Much pointing of guns.

A guy at dinner looked bad. Turned by now. Had a Mohawk, good to remember. 

It's 420. Pot zombies are slow. 

My thoughts are with her.

Today, a Dramatic Beginning.

Hours before it will start, I dreamt of post-apocalypse and probably zombies. We lived on a commune, and though we were afraid, it was a different fear. It wasn't the bomb fear. That was all done with. Sure there were rogues, people who wanted our shit, but they didn't bother families. No, now it was survival. Just like reading My Side of the Mountain, that's all I can say. Always sunny, I had a gun and nothing else. 

Once a man attacked us in a craze, I did mention there might have been zombies or something. His shots woke me from my foragers trance. He stood in the doorway and I followed him as he entered, trying not to drag the sledgehammer. I remember swinging, but in my dreams I'm incapable of doing anything important. I awoke. 

It was one of my happiest dreams. The fear was bracing, and the work was simple and rewarding, like working at a Dollar Store. I guess I crave that kind of thing, despite myself. Most of all, I was part of something, something that was left. But she wasn't; she was still down there somewhere, hopefully untouched. As always, my thoughts were with her. 

-Jem