Day One Hundred Eighteen:
I ran. Thank God it isn't freezing cold out yet or I am sure I would be dead by now. Not from the Ex-humes, just from running in soaking wet clothes in the cold. I don't know where I am, and I don't intend to start a fire so for now I am just following this stream and hoping it stays above 50 at night. Still haven't decided what to do next.
There are three different choices, all pulling equally hard in their own respective direction. Choice one involves going back to the town and regardless of what happens, avenging Josh and AJ and possibly save one or both of them on the insanely improbable chance that either of them are still alive.
Choice two involves turning around and heading back to the Keys. To safety. To Victor. To where we should have fucking stayed to begin with. Why did I agree to this? What the fuck was wrong with me?
And choice three. Well, choice three is me continuing forward to our or, I guess now it is just my mystery destination. My way of making sure Josh and AJ didn't maybe die for nothing. Except what if I get there and it is a smoking hole in the ground. Or worse yet, just another abandoned building filled with skeletons and blood trails?
Fuck. I don't know. And I also don't know why the fuck I am making life decisions when I am lost in the woods following a stream that will probably lead me into a nest of death. Maybe after this I can figure out where I should invest all the money in the world that no longer matters to anyone. Yeah, I will get right on that.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Day One Hundred Seventeen:
Day One Hundred Seventeen:
I ran or rather, duck walked for hours through the tubes. My legs went from being tired, to being wobbly jelly, to where I had to use my arms to lift my legs to keep moving, to collapsed and resting in the tube for extended periods of time before forcing myself to continue moving.
After several hours of this I stopped for an actual rest and did a quick count of my supplies. Maybe enough water to last three days. Food for a week if I stretch it. 200 pistol rounds and about the same for my rifle which sounds like a lot and if I had time to make each shot count maybe it would be but figure 5 rounds at least to stop each Ex-Hume and all of a sudden those 400 rounds work out to about 80 dead monsters if I'm lucky.
I've come to grips with the fact that Josh and Aj have to be dead. I was holding out hope and convinced myself that if I got out of here I would lead the charge back there but... those things were able to get to me somehow, and I am buried 15 feet underground in a concrete tube. Not to mention in the days since I have been down here I never heard any additional gun shots or anything. Unless Josh was able to run to a concrete bomb shelter or something, and teleport Aj to it immediately... they're gone.
And since this tube just exited into a small stream in the middle of who fucking knows where... chances are I will be gone soon too. If not, wish me luck. If so, see you soon Aj and Josh.
I ran or rather, duck walked for hours through the tubes. My legs went from being tired, to being wobbly jelly, to where I had to use my arms to lift my legs to keep moving, to collapsed and resting in the tube for extended periods of time before forcing myself to continue moving.
After several hours of this I stopped for an actual rest and did a quick count of my supplies. Maybe enough water to last three days. Food for a week if I stretch it. 200 pistol rounds and about the same for my rifle which sounds like a lot and if I had time to make each shot count maybe it would be but figure 5 rounds at least to stop each Ex-Hume and all of a sudden those 400 rounds work out to about 80 dead monsters if I'm lucky.
I've come to grips with the fact that Josh and Aj have to be dead. I was holding out hope and convinced myself that if I got out of here I would lead the charge back there but... those things were able to get to me somehow, and I am buried 15 feet underground in a concrete tube. Not to mention in the days since I have been down here I never heard any additional gun shots or anything. Unless Josh was able to run to a concrete bomb shelter or something, and teleport Aj to it immediately... they're gone.
And since this tube just exited into a small stream in the middle of who fucking knows where... chances are I will be gone soon too. If not, wish me luck. If so, see you soon Aj and Josh.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Day One Hundred Sixteen:
Day One Hundred Sixteen:
They nearly got me while I slept. I woke up to the sound of creeping nightmares snarling and growling and almost right on top of me before I knew what was happening. Fortunately, I was sleeping with my rifle underneath me. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to put in my ear protection and as of right now I am not sure if I will ever be able to hear normal again.
I remember screaming while I shot. Whether this was from grief, terror, or the sheer pain of gunshots reverberating inside a small tube I don't know. But I screamed the entire time as one after the other after the other died in front of me. The only light I had was the flash from my gun at first. Strobe light death. The ones behind tried to crawl over the dead or dying ones in front and before long, the entire tube was blocked with bleeding bodies.
When I was pretty sure I had a little breathing room I turned on my light and put a bullet through the head of one of them trying to force his way through on top. It only took me seconds to gather my supplies but before I left I could tell that the sounds of snarls had switched to the sounds of teeth ripping flesh. Why chase after me when you can make a meal out of your fallen monsters?
On the move, to where I don't know. At least I know which direction to head now since, my only other choice is now a death trap.
They nearly got me while I slept. I woke up to the sound of creeping nightmares snarling and growling and almost right on top of me before I knew what was happening. Fortunately, I was sleeping with my rifle underneath me. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to put in my ear protection and as of right now I am not sure if I will ever be able to hear normal again.
I remember screaming while I shot. Whether this was from grief, terror, or the sheer pain of gunshots reverberating inside a small tube I don't know. But I screamed the entire time as one after the other after the other died in front of me. The only light I had was the flash from my gun at first. Strobe light death. The ones behind tried to crawl over the dead or dying ones in front and before long, the entire tube was blocked with bleeding bodies.
When I was pretty sure I had a little breathing room I turned on my light and put a bullet through the head of one of them trying to force his way through on top. It only took me seconds to gather my supplies but before I left I could tell that the sounds of snarls had switched to the sounds of teeth ripping flesh. Why chase after me when you can make a meal out of your fallen monsters?
On the move, to where I don't know. At least I know which direction to head now since, my only other choice is now a death trap.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Day One Hundred Fifteen:
Day One Hundred Fifteen:
I lifted the manhole cover up only for a fraction of a second. Just long enough for me to see them running towards it and drop it closed again.
Back to square one.
Except, square one is now a different type of square because unless I'm mistaken, they might have made it into these tubes somehow. Sound is weird down here so I can't say for sure but, I think I can hear them trying to find me.
Good.
Fuck em.
I lifted the manhole cover up only for a fraction of a second. Just long enough for me to see them running towards it and drop it closed again.
Back to square one.
Except, square one is now a different type of square because unless I'm mistaken, they might have made it into these tubes somehow. Sound is weird down here so I can't say for sure but, I think I can hear them trying to find me.
Good.
Fuck em.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Day One Hundred Fourteen:
Day One Hundred Fourteen:
Another day another 24 hours of misery and regret. Yesterday I walked the tunnels out a little bit, tried to make it back where I entered at. Think I was successful but I'm not 100% sure. Started making something of a map in my head and tomorrow I am going to have a look around up top even if that means the end of everything. Two days down here has depleted my rations pretty bad, and if I know those monsters they probably didn't leave any of our supplies uneaten. Hopefully they're too dumb to fuck with the guns though because if I make it out of here, I think it is about to be hunting season.
Another day another 24 hours of misery and regret. Yesterday I walked the tunnels out a little bit, tried to make it back where I entered at. Think I was successful but I'm not 100% sure. Started making something of a map in my head and tomorrow I am going to have a look around up top even if that means the end of everything. Two days down here has depleted my rations pretty bad, and if I know those monsters they probably didn't leave any of our supplies uneaten. Hopefully they're too dumb to fuck with the guns though because if I make it out of here, I think it is about to be hunting season.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Day One Hundred Thirteen:
Day One Hundred Thirteen:
I've been down here for a day, listening. Every now and then I hear sounds, but more and more they sound like they are getting farther away. Hard to tell though since, I don't know where these tubes exit out and sound travels weird in a tunnel.
I should have helped him. He would have helped me. I don't deserve to live through this.
I've been down here for a day, listening. Every now and then I hear sounds, but more and more they sound like they are getting farther away. Hard to tell though since, I don't know where these tubes exit out and sound travels weird in a tunnel.
I should have helped him. He would have helped me. I don't deserve to live through this.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Day One Hundred Twelve - I don't know:
Day One Hundred Twelve - I don't know:
They're dead. They have to be. I don't know how the fuck I am still alive or for how long but on the off chance that someone made it this far into the story I figured I owed you at least this update.
We made it to Mississippi, maybe Louisiana... I don't know. We weren't really paying that much attention to the road signs, we were just excited to be moving west. I was driving a car full of supplies with Josh and Aj was driving the car full of extra fuel. As for Victor... he stayed behind. We tried to convince him to go with us but, he said he was sick of the whole Bio-Hazard routine and maybe he could help others if they made it to the Naval Station. I told him we were safer together, he told me we were safe where we already were.
He was right. We were all wrong. We underestimated the Ex-humes. We thought they were dumb animals, but they were more. Just waiting for the right time and when they attacked it was brutal.
I'm getting ahead of myself but, I wanted you to know what happened in case I don't finish writing this. I am in some type of drainage or sewage tube right now, I think I made it pretty far down here but for all I know I walked in a circle and once I decide to make a break for it, I might pop out five feet from where we were ambushed. For all I know they already found their way in here and are crawling towards me as I speak.
And I have no doubt about it, we were ambushed. There is no way that so many could have been there that quick. They either saw other vehicles get fucked up where we did, and then pushed the vehicles out of the road... or they set the trap themselves and just waited. Either way, the implications are bad for humanity.
So we drove, and somewhere near the Mississippi/Louisiana state line we ran into trouble. Or rather, we ran over trouble. We never had time to go back and check but I think we probably hit either sharp metal that was covered up, or a spike strip. Whatever it was it destroyed our tires and before we could warn Aj, he blew all four as well.
Almost immediately after shredding our tires we saw a swarm moving towards us. How many there were I don't know. Lets just say a lot. Enough that I knew we would run out of bullets before they ran out of bodies, and we had several thousand rounds of all different types of ammo. So instead, we tried to outrun them. But a car with no tires isn't exactly your best bet when making a fast get away.
It was enough to get us off the freeway we were on, down the off ramp, and into some podunk town before we decided we would be able to move faster on foot. The Ex-humes were closing in by then, their feet had begun to sound like thunder and I put our life expectancy at about 35 seconds. While I had been focused on driving, Josh had managed to grab a backpack and weapon for both of us. Immediately after coming to a stop I jumped out and saw Aj running for his life. His car was parked about 50 yards behind ours and after running half way to us he stopped and yelled "RUN!"
I didn't understand but Josh did, he started to pull me but I didn't move. He said, "We gotta go, NOW!" because apparently he had noticed the grenade in Aj's hand. I just kept watching, sometimes it is hard to look away when your world is coming to an end so instead of pulling me with him like would probably happen in the movies, Josh left me. I don't know how long it was, probably seconds but it felt like hours and then the ex-humes were at Aj's car right about the same time as his grenade rolled underneath it.
When he turned I could see the surprise in his eyes that I was still there. Seconds later I was lying on the ground wondering what had happened. My brain reorganized itself as I realized over a hundred gallons of gasoline had just made short work of the front line of the ex-hume army. Unfortunately there were a couple thousand more rushing towards us.
I want to say I ran to help Aj, I want that more than anything. I want to say I tried and found him dead, or he told me to run a different way, or something. But the reality is I noticed I was lying next to a manhole cover that I was able to pry up with the end of my rifle. Then I tossed my back pack in and without thinking I was inside it and already climbing down into filth before I even thought about Aj. At the bottom I remembered and by the time I climbed up to the sewer cover I could hear an unknown amount of their feet plodding across it directly above me.
So here I am, in a concrete tube expecting to die soon. Could Josh still be alive? Yes. Maybe he made it to one of the buildings and is holed up somewhere. But odds are the feet I heard above me were running him down. Could Aj still be alive? If he had a better friend maybe, but since I am a complete shit no. I left him to die and now I get to die here or, up there.
Ok, I've wasted more than enough battery power to write this and on the off chance that I figure out a way out of here, I might regret that. But I just wanted to make sure that if someone found this, you knew what an asshole I was. I'm sorry Aj. I'm sorry Josh. We should have listened to Victor.
They're dead. They have to be. I don't know how the fuck I am still alive or for how long but on the off chance that someone made it this far into the story I figured I owed you at least this update.
We made it to Mississippi, maybe Louisiana... I don't know. We weren't really paying that much attention to the road signs, we were just excited to be moving west. I was driving a car full of supplies with Josh and Aj was driving the car full of extra fuel. As for Victor... he stayed behind. We tried to convince him to go with us but, he said he was sick of the whole Bio-Hazard routine and maybe he could help others if they made it to the Naval Station. I told him we were safer together, he told me we were safe where we already were.
He was right. We were all wrong. We underestimated the Ex-humes. We thought they were dumb animals, but they were more. Just waiting for the right time and when they attacked it was brutal.
I'm getting ahead of myself but, I wanted you to know what happened in case I don't finish writing this. I am in some type of drainage or sewage tube right now, I think I made it pretty far down here but for all I know I walked in a circle and once I decide to make a break for it, I might pop out five feet from where we were ambushed. For all I know they already found their way in here and are crawling towards me as I speak.
And I have no doubt about it, we were ambushed. There is no way that so many could have been there that quick. They either saw other vehicles get fucked up where we did, and then pushed the vehicles out of the road... or they set the trap themselves and just waited. Either way, the implications are bad for humanity.
So we drove, and somewhere near the Mississippi/Louisiana state line we ran into trouble. Or rather, we ran over trouble. We never had time to go back and check but I think we probably hit either sharp metal that was covered up, or a spike strip. Whatever it was it destroyed our tires and before we could warn Aj, he blew all four as well.
Almost immediately after shredding our tires we saw a swarm moving towards us. How many there were I don't know. Lets just say a lot. Enough that I knew we would run out of bullets before they ran out of bodies, and we had several thousand rounds of all different types of ammo. So instead, we tried to outrun them. But a car with no tires isn't exactly your best bet when making a fast get away.
It was enough to get us off the freeway we were on, down the off ramp, and into some podunk town before we decided we would be able to move faster on foot. The Ex-humes were closing in by then, their feet had begun to sound like thunder and I put our life expectancy at about 35 seconds. While I had been focused on driving, Josh had managed to grab a backpack and weapon for both of us. Immediately after coming to a stop I jumped out and saw Aj running for his life. His car was parked about 50 yards behind ours and after running half way to us he stopped and yelled "RUN!"
I didn't understand but Josh did, he started to pull me but I didn't move. He said, "We gotta go, NOW!" because apparently he had noticed the grenade in Aj's hand. I just kept watching, sometimes it is hard to look away when your world is coming to an end so instead of pulling me with him like would probably happen in the movies, Josh left me. I don't know how long it was, probably seconds but it felt like hours and then the ex-humes were at Aj's car right about the same time as his grenade rolled underneath it.
When he turned I could see the surprise in his eyes that I was still there. Seconds later I was lying on the ground wondering what had happened. My brain reorganized itself as I realized over a hundred gallons of gasoline had just made short work of the front line of the ex-hume army. Unfortunately there were a couple thousand more rushing towards us.
I want to say I ran to help Aj, I want that more than anything. I want to say I tried and found him dead, or he told me to run a different way, or something. But the reality is I noticed I was lying next to a manhole cover that I was able to pry up with the end of my rifle. Then I tossed my back pack in and without thinking I was inside it and already climbing down into filth before I even thought about Aj. At the bottom I remembered and by the time I climbed up to the sewer cover I could hear an unknown amount of their feet plodding across it directly above me.
So here I am, in a concrete tube expecting to die soon. Could Josh still be alive? Yes. Maybe he made it to one of the buildings and is holed up somewhere. But odds are the feet I heard above me were running him down. Could Aj still be alive? If he had a better friend maybe, but since I am a complete shit no. I left him to die and now I get to die here or, up there.
Ok, I've wasted more than enough battery power to write this and on the off chance that I figure out a way out of here, I might regret that. But I just wanted to make sure that if someone found this, you knew what an asshole I was. I'm sorry Aj. I'm sorry Josh. We should have listened to Victor.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Day One Hundred Eleven:
Day One Hundred Eleven:
I know, sort of a joke that I am still referring to this journal on a day by day basis right? I honestly have no idea how many days have passed since my last entry or why I haven't felt like writing. Maybe because when shit is boring, I don't care. And when I don't care, I figure that you don't care. If there even is a you.
Everything gets too complicated when I try to think about why I am doing this. So instead I won't, I will just let you know that Josh figured it out. Or at least, figured out where he thinks those coordinates will take us. Somewhere in California called Live Oak. On the plus side, it has the word "Live" in the title. Maybe the government created some super secret shelter there simply because it had that name.
But, and this is a big fucking but. It is clear across the country. Fortunately we aren't in the movie version of an apocalypse since then the roads would be jam packed with cars. But on the negative side, even though it is probably only a three or four day drive back in the old world, that is now a three or four day drive, through unknown terrain, where you can't exactly pull into a Holiday Inn and feel safe, and where there could be a million monsters just waiting for you to slip up.
So now we have to decide what is next. I don't know why we have to decide though. We already all know we are going to go for it. I guess now, now we are just trying to pick a day so that we will actually have the guts to carry through with going back out there. If you are out there, if you are reading this... God I hope I get to enter another ten days in this stupid thing.
I know, sort of a joke that I am still referring to this journal on a day by day basis right? I honestly have no idea how many days have passed since my last entry or why I haven't felt like writing. Maybe because when shit is boring, I don't care. And when I don't care, I figure that you don't care. If there even is a you.
Everything gets too complicated when I try to think about why I am doing this. So instead I won't, I will just let you know that Josh figured it out. Or at least, figured out where he thinks those coordinates will take us. Somewhere in California called Live Oak. On the plus side, it has the word "Live" in the title. Maybe the government created some super secret shelter there simply because it had that name.
But, and this is a big fucking but. It is clear across the country. Fortunately we aren't in the movie version of an apocalypse since then the roads would be jam packed with cars. But on the negative side, even though it is probably only a three or four day drive back in the old world, that is now a three or four day drive, through unknown terrain, where you can't exactly pull into a Holiday Inn and feel safe, and where there could be a million monsters just waiting for you to slip up.
So now we have to decide what is next. I don't know why we have to decide though. We already all know we are going to go for it. I guess now, now we are just trying to pick a day so that we will actually have the guts to carry through with going back out there. If you are out there, if you are reading this... God I hope I get to enter another ten days in this stupid thing.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Day One Hundred Ten:
Day One Hundred Ten:
I don’t like this. I know I should. I should love the fact that I don’t have to look over my shoulder every day to make sure that some deranged monster isn’t going to try to destroy me. I know I should love being able to let my hair down and relax.
But I don’t.
I think this level of comfort, this complacency is more dangerous than any ex-hume we have crossed so far. It is amazing how quickly the mind can trick itself into feeling “safe” and the defenses it will drop or forget about as a result. Used to be we would all only travel in pairs, with loaded weapons, in a fucking tank. Maybe not the tank part, but close enough.
Now, well now everyone thinks that because we haven’t seen any ex-humes in a while, that they must not exist. But they do. Millions upon millions upon millions of them do exist and they are breeding and possibly learning. Learning what? Maybe learning to swim their evil bodies over to our little sanctuary and rip us to pieces, who knows?
Josh is trying to figure out coordinates, Aj is off making himself a margarita or something, and Victor is busy doing whatever it is that Victor does… I am cleaning my guns, watching the shore, and getting ready. Ready for what? Exactly.
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