I hav ignored this blog for too long.. I am going to be doing a soft reboot in the next little while.

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AJ: blackout

Well, the power finally gave out. It was a miracle that it lasted as long as it did. It was during the recent bit of ice rain that it went down. Luckily the generator automatically kicked in. The thing is as big as a cube van, and has enough juice to keep this electricity hog of a building running at full output for a week before it needs to refuel.

Luckily its not very loud, but we have picked up a few droolers who must have been nearby when it kicked in. It sort of kicked back when it comes on, so thats probably attrated them. This has brought something to a head that I've been arguing for for awhile. Basically we need to start getting ready for winter, and get some fuel in here. We have the food thing in hand, and we have a plan for that. But all this lovely technology we have is going to require things, and upkeep. Most ofthe mechanical stuff is no problem. The generators a dumb diesal thing, and between my father and bobby both of them are pretty good with that. And diesal shouldnt pose a problem. Push comes to shove I start using vegetable oil. No problems there. Other things, tho, thats going to be a problem. We are going to need water soon. The water pressure dropped a few hours after the power went out. I think right now we are just siphoning off of the reserve tank up by the tai namara (howerver its spelled) that had a top off of about 1,000,000 gallons. So god only knows how long thats going to last us. I don't want to rely on it forever anyway, it would probably get stale in there or something. Wish I had more info on how long it will stay good in that tank before it starts to get skunky.

On another note. The power outage must have switched the phones into some sort of emergency mode. Or hung up all those phones off the hook or something. Before we were only getting fast busy signal, or a pre recorded message, but since the outage some of the kids were playing with the phones and got a dial tone. So far no numbers dialed have answered. We have a couple of people doing a 24 hour rotation with the phone book just dialing numbers. We havn't been able to get any circuits outside of the island, so some sort of circuit must be down there. The internet is still sporadic at best, the few sites that are still up arent being updated, and the major news outlet havn't been updated in awhile. Though a few blogs are still posting. Found this odd little russian site that seems to have a recent news report, but its in russian so i have no idea what they are saying. Babel fish has been gone for awhile, so im lost.

anyone speak russian? www.fakerussiannewssite . com

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AJ:tedium

It's starting to get colder out there. The weather is starting to turn to winter. It worries me to think of having to scavenge out there in waist deep snow. The food supplies are good. So far we have scavenged the bar/restaurant next door, some of the stores downtown. No major food stores in town though. A few corner stores and what not. But between the close by houses, the couple of restaurants, we have managed to find enough to fully stock the third floor. Things are finally starting to get comrortable.
I saw the hunter a few more times. Scavenging through houses, and generally being creepy. We have sort of a cat and mouse thing going on. He knows I know hes there. He makes his movements, and then disapears like mist on the horizon. Im starting to feeel like commisionair gordon. Im thinking of getting a partner. JJ has proven himself with the scanvengers, and seems generally fearless. He's in shape, he knows what hes doing with a knife. The next time I go out I think he's coming with me. I will make it a simple go, but if he screws up its back to the scavenging with the kiddies.

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AJ: The Hunter

I had been watching him for three days so far. I had been making the usual rounds, scouting making bigger loops each time I went out. The mass of creatures that I had led away from town were still thronging on the road, and showed no sign of turning back.
It was when I was going through the Stirling when I spotted him. At first I thought it was another drooler. He was wearing a pair of plaid sleep pants, and a letterman jacket. He was dirty, and covered in what looked like dried blood. He was sort of limping along, and it looked like he was going for the old stirling mall. It was when he turned around and I saw he was carrying a baseball bat did the hair rise up on the back of my neck. The car was across the road, and behind a restaurant. He couldn't see me or even hear me. The Stirling was a pretty active drooler haunt. The militia base had been used to house refugees from the planes, and it had gone badly here. There were signs of destruction everywhere. burnt out cars, houses with all the windows smashed out.
He was shuffling along towards the mall. Baseball bat sort of limply dragging along behind him. There was a crowd of about 5 or 6 of the things around the doors of the mall. He shuffled up to them, and they never even gave him a second glance. He got within about three feet of the first one, what looked like an army guy, only there was no shirt, only camo pants, his chest was ripped open in a number of places. When our baseball bat wielding friend got within range the bat slowly cam up, almost to shoulder length. Thats when I noticed the spikes, big nails were nailed through the end of the shiny aluminum bat. The bat came down quickly on the soldiers head, immediately dropping him. What happened next was almost funny. The droolers turned to look at what the noise was, and just saw one of their own. He got two more like this before he dropped the ruse. He would shuffle to the outskirts of the group, whack one with the bat and shuffle off slowly. The droolers were so intent on the door that the only ones that paid any attention were the ones immediately next to the fallen one. He did this silent deadly schtick for about an hour, and I quietly watched him. I wasn't sure if he was some sort of new kind of drooler, or some scary freaky person. To come up with this plan a person would have to be nuts to begin with.
When he finished with the group, he made his way to the door. He reached over and pulled the door open. I waited outside for about a half an hour. Not exactly knowing what to expect, but kind of hoping to see him come out. Unfortunately the droolers were starting to come again, and another crowd started to throng around the doors. I made my way back home by way of the long route, to lead any of those things away from the real direction I was going. It was hard and a long process leading them away while trying to get back home, but so far i was pulling it off. I didn't tell anyone about what I had seen, I didn't want to worry anyone. They would either be scared of droolers that used tools, or scared for a real man out there alone.
It was about 6pm when I got back. I parked the car in its usual place. and went into the building. The guards had settled into a familiar routine, watch the cams, do the rounds, and make sure things were secure. WE had grown to about fifty people since rescuing Maria and her crew. A few were stragglers that came in through my scouting the area, others had simply driven by the building and stopped to check out why it was barricaded. Some of them had been careless, and led a few droolers to the building. We took them out as quietly as possible. We were working on a way to get people here, but not attract those things. The main suggestion was to barricade the streets around the building so that if they did lead them here they wouldn't get as far in. Sort of widening out the perimeter as they went. I was for that, but in a more honeycombed way. Make more than one line of defense to breach.
We were starting to come together as a community. While I was the only scout, so far. There were groups that went out into things once I got the way clear. They had so far gotten a bunch of furniture from close by houses, and schwartz furtiture. The fifth floor was coming together as a sort of living space. The old communal sleeping on the hard floor was gone, replaced by a nice almost comfortable sleeping space. The cubes had been almost totally dismantled. some rooms had been set up separating into different privacies, family rooms, single rooms, different things for different people. These rooms were different than the first ones we set up, the cube walls were extended, doubled, all the way to the ceiling. Personal privacy was back in some ways. There was still a communal sleeping area on the front of the building, sort of like a firehouse barracks now. This was for new arrivals. The fourth floor in the back was broken down for a sort of rec room. Games for the kids, couches, TV's, anything that could be salvaged from nearby. It was afar cry from home, but it was far better than what it was.
What all four floors had in common was one thing. The planters. Along all four sides of the building were long windows. and inside along all of these windows were the planters, some build using wood and plastic tarps, others simple drums of containers. These were filled with potting soil take from stores and houses. The planters were just bare earth now, but the seeds had germinated and were ready for full planting. We had tomatoes, potatoes, carrots. And a few pots of strawberries. It wouldn't be enough to feed us all, but it would be enough to provide some fresh variety to our diet while we lived out of cans for the next little while. There were plans to lay tarp and plywood on the roof and cover it with soil and plant there too. An idea I had gotten from a TV show on environmentalism before things went to hell. They were planting grass on the tops of skyscrapers to offset air conditioning or something. Right now we were using the roof for our outdoor space. Things were starting to get nippy so fewer people were going up there. Any talk of farming the roof would have to wait for spring, and depend on how winter went.
In the main room on the ground floor I marked more spots on the map. Showing where I saw activity, where there was the most damage. Where there were supplies and things that could be used by us. These things were compared against what we needed, what we were going to need for winter, and what we could reasonably carry. We had regrettably found little in the way of arms. Apparently when everyone had gone nuts guns were the first thing people looted for. I kept scouting around, hoping to find something though.
The things that were marked with red on the white board were places to steer clear of. Places where droolers outnumbered cockroaches. There were only a few places like that, the road out of town, the stirling, down south St where the hospital was. They were all do not fly zones. Blue, blue was another story. Those were areas that had things we needed. Grocery stores, convience stores, big houses with big pantries. Sometimes if something of note was there, something like a generator, or something I would mark that on the map. It was quadded off in sections, and out of the 20 or so sections of town I had scouted only 7. The scavenger teams would look at the map, see what I had marked, and go hunting. The team usually consisted of a five member team. they had similar armour to mine, and the younger guys had taken to modifying theirs. JJ was known for the red stripes he had with red electrical tape over the duct tape. They rarely saw action, I only sent them into clear green zones. places where drooler activity was nonexistent. They were for the most part kids, but they were training, and learning how to take care of things. There were plans for the future to train them in every type of weapon and fighting we collectively knew. Which at this point amounted to some karate, some gun play, some archery. Just the general stuff people pick up. In the common room Karate classes had already started.
The other two times I saw the hunter, what I've taken to calling my stirling enigma he was walking down the street the same way as before. Slowly shuffling. But this time he had a full backpack on him, and his bat was different. He slipped into some bushes, and I lost him again. The third day I saw him he was slipping into a building. A house with the windows boarded up. IF he lived there or was squatting it was impossible to tell. Exactly what he was is still impossible to tell.

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Maria: Introduction

Hi, my name is Maria.

Allan asked me to write this up for his journal thingy, so I agreed. I read through some of the other stuff that he wrote. It's pretty scary how things happened so fast. It was the same for me and my family. We live just outside of town, in Reserve mines. My house was about five minutes from the airport. We didn't hear it over the scanner like Allan did. To us it was something that happened in our back yards. The big shootout with the police, those things streaming down the higway. Basically the way it went down was this. those things, droolers, i guess thats what they are calling them. some people want to use the Z word, but that makes it too scary, too much like something out of some nightmare that we have no chance of fighting. Thats why i prefer drooler. Anyway, those droolers got out of the airport, and were making their way down the road.


I was in the kitchen drying the dishes when I heard the first shot. It wasn't totally unusal to hear an odd gunshot. I live next to the woods, so people jacking deer, or goofing off happen all the time. I shrugged, and turned the radio a little louder. then I heard more shots, it sounded almost likea popcorn maker. shot after shot, after shot. It was pretty late, around ten pm if i remember right. My husband john was in bed, and my two sons were in the basement playing that xbox or watching movies or something. anyway, i must have stood there for like half an hour listening to that horrible popcorn noise. I knew it was gunshots, but I wasn't sure where it was coming from. I did have this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomache. I just knew it was some sort of invasion, or terrorists, or something like that. What was really happening, well that was beyond what i could ever imagine. About half way through i woke john up. He was kinda mad at first, but when he heard the noise he jumped up and threw on his pants and stuff. He wanted to go see, but I wouldn't let him. We sat in the living room facing the highway and looked for any sign of trouble. the whole time the noise happened, the occasional car would drive by. then, all of a sudden it was like a torrent broke loose. About 12 cars, some of them police cars, some not came driving by like bats out of hell. Two of them cars, white police cars, came screaming through. ONe of them sort of veered too far, and it slammed into the other one. The two cars hit almost in front of my house. the one in the passing lane flipped over the engine hood and slammed into an electic pole. When it hit the lights flickered and went off. The other car, its engine was destroyed, and the man who was driving was laying on the street, he wasnt moving.

John, being the good man that he was told me to call 911 and he went out there. He checked the guy lying on the road first. He must have died in the crash, because John just shook his head moved to the other car. It was wrapped around the pole, and looked bad. But john must have saw something in there moving, because he started to yell stuff. I couldnt make out everything, but it sounded like help is coming, or something like that.

When I tried calling 911, all i got was a weird fast sounding busy signal. John came into the house, he had some blood on his hand. Apparently whoever was in the back seat of the car in the prisoner holding place had bitten him on the hand when John was trying to help him. I poured some peroxide on the bite, and wrapped it in a towel. We didn't know what to do really, we called the boys up, my boys upstairs, my son John Jr, and brucey. they were a little freaked out when they saw their fathers bloody hand. I calmed them down. John jr, or JJ as we always called him was trying the phone again, and brucey was staring out the window at the car wreck when we saw them. The house was on sort of a hill, and we could see about a mile up the highway. The first ones that rounded the hill were in pretty rough shape. Brucey sort of let a scream go when he saw them. They looked horrible in the flickering lamp posts. There was one at the very frton that looked like a stewardess or something. It would walk so far, fall on its face, then get back up and start walking again. We were kind of creeped out. Then we saw the otherones. It was like a wall of those things. They were all the way across all four lanes of the highway, and were swarmed like ants. They werent moving fast at all, but they didnt show any signs of slowing down. Whe they reached a house a little close on the other side of the street they streamed into the front yard. They banged on the walls they banged on the windows, the doors, they banged and banged until they got in.


The house belonged to a good friend of ours, the mcissacs. they were a good family. Those drooler things filled the yard, and were streaming into the house. I didnt know what they wanted, or why they broke into the house until i saw Mikey in the upstairs window, he was trying to get out of the window onto the porch, but someone was in there grabbing at his leg. The thing, or person, or whatever grabbed his leg, and started to bit, other things saw this through another window and broke through. Mikey was about 18 the same age as JJ. they were good friends in school. I thank god that JJ was in the kitchen trying the phone. Mikey fell off of the porch roof. He was ok till he hit the crowd. I don't think he even hit the ground. THose things were tearing pieces off of him in chunks, they were eating him. Im sure that I threw up, im not exactly sure, i think i was a little in shock. those thinsg just ate the mcissac family, and they were coming for us. John, ever the man of action quietly mumbled we had to get out of here.

I didnt have time to get anything. I grabbed some knives, and our lone gun. JJ had a sword he had gotten at graduation. Brucey had some kitchen knives. We all loaded into the car. by this time those things were just starting to come close to our house. They had all flocked to the Mcissacs and that had slowed them considerably. The only way we could go was to glace bay. the things had the other way blocked. We screamed into the road, careful to avoid the wrecked cars. It didn't take long to get to town, a few minues, a year... I dont know what I was doing, or where I was. Our first stop was the police station, there wasn't any cars there. We got in, but we didn't see anyone. When we left the store we saw something. In the parking lot across the street, supervalu, there were like 3 police cars. One of them still had the lights going. We drove over, it took us awhile to realize the police were in the supervalu. It was like around midnight, and the place was closed. The cruiser with the lights flashing had what looked like blood all over the hood. John wouldn't let us out of the car, but he got out and looked around. He hollered in after the cops. One of them came out with a shotgun aimed at my husband. He looked pretty shaken up, but was ok to talk to. He basically told us that those things had wiped out the police, the army, and everything. They were going to use the stores as a base and set up there. We were welcome to come in.


We were there for awhile, a few hours. We were piling stuff up against the windows, makingthe place more secure. John looked really bad, he was starting to get grey in complexion, and sweating a lot. We took some drugs from the drug counter, some anti fever stuf, but John wouldn't stop working. Around Dawn we thought we had everything secured. We started to get bedding and stuff ready. The store had a lot of air mattersses, bedding, sheets, curtains. Itwasn't hard to make a warm nest for ourselves. We laid down, but couldnt really sleep. The boys slept, if lightly. the cops stood by the windows watching all day. The things started to flood in around noon of the next day. Some walked right past the store and kept walking, some walked into the store parking lot, for the most part they were just milling around. It was the scariest thing I have ever seen. The cops didnt really know what to do either. We sat and watched those things milling around for what seemed like hours. We went about the process of securing the place, adn making a home. There were about 30 of us. john started to get really sick on the second day. We broke into the pharmacy. I knew of a few pain killers and antibiotics. The bite on his hand was badly infected.


They started banging on the glass on the second day. One of them must have seen one of the guards, well the banging on the glass was loud enough to attract the attention of others. By the end of the week there was a sea of those things pushing against the walls. Each new one seemed to attract ten new ones. We decided that the windows in the front of the store would not hold for much longer. We started to move as much food, and medecine, and well everything we could up onto the roof. Maybe if we hid up there for awhile those things would think they had won or something and move on. We were on the roof when John stopped talking. He was sweating all the time, and threw up a lot. He was cold to the touch most of the time, other times tho he had the worst fever I have ever seen. I have only ever treated my kids and husband when sick with flue, One time when JJ was sick he broke his leg and I had to take care of that. I was way out of my depth, we all were. We were on the roof for four days when the walls started to come down. Those things banged and banged on the walls until they came down. I watched through a hatch in the roof as they poured in. They searched aisle to aisle looking, searching for us. One of the cops must have freaked out, he started shooting into the crowd. They took it and didnt even blink. They were in the worst condition. Falling apart in some cases. It was horrible, and the stink was even worse. by this time John was pretty bad, he wasnt coherent. He mumbled, threw up, and sometimes cried. It was horrible watching the man I loved go on like this. The infection on his hand had gotten worse it was all black now, and there were red streaks all up his arms. Over time our numbers whittle down. One of the guards got too close to the edge of the roof and fell off. He probably would have survived if those things werent there. THere were a couple of suicides. and the unpleasantness. by the end of it there were only 18 of us left. I dont like to talk about what happened to John. He went quietly one night. Luckily for me and the kids we werent in with him. He woke up like one of those things.He attacked a few people and had to beput to sleep. It was horrible and I do not like to talk about it.


On about the second week something bad happened down in the store. for some reason a fire broke out. We don't know what caused it, but it happened. We hadto huddle on the roof on the far side praying that the fire would go out. Which it luckily did. after it died down we checked down the hatch. It had gutted the bakery, and a lot of the store on that side. The fire sprinklers must have still worked because the floor was covered in water.
It was some time on the third week that allan saw us and led most of those things away. when he came back around with the car he loaded up as many as he could carry and made our way to the stream building. There are only a few of us left. Me, my two sons made it through fine. there are about 8 of us left from that horror.

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AJ: Scout

"I wish I was a smoker." I thought looking out the windshield. I had just finished my scouting run, and I was wishing for something, anything to take my mind off of it. Things had started relatively easily. I had armoured up, gotten in the car, and made my way through town. Things, like before were relatively peaceful. There were about three droolers in town. The lady from the other day, still searching for me. I drove by her, and I think she registered confusion, but its hard to tell. The next one was just standing staring in the window of a store. It was staring either at its reflection, or at a collection of African masks hanging in the window. It looked like it was either trying to remember who it was, or what the masks were. It didn't even register me as I drove by. The third was and older guy in life. He was shambling around just before the big iron bridge. he turned surprisingly quickly trying to grab at the car as it drove by.

I knew that the hospital was a horror story, so I didn't drive down that way. I did a quick loop around. The trees were already losing most of their leaves. The dead leaves rustling through the deserted streets. When we this had started this the whole world had been so green. it was so warm, late summer. Now it felt like the world was dying around us, It was just the change of the seasons, but a horrible alone feeling welled up inside me. It felt like I was the last person alive. It had been weeks since we had isolated ourselves, but for some reason the signs of destruction were minimal. Sure, there were plenty of signs of disaster. I passed a row of four houses all burned to the the ground. Plenty of smashed windows, and plenty of bad scenes. I occasionally drove past a dried pool of blood. But strangely there were no bodies, barely any droolers either. It was kind of creepy. If things were this quiet, there should be people?
The one thing that led me to hope was the suitcases and boxes. Plenty of yards had what looked like dropped suitcases, and boxes.. Like they were running in a hurry and dropped something with no time to turn back for it. The clothes were fluttering around some draped from trees. The reason this gave me hope was that there were no cars in the yards. So obviously they had bugged out in a hurry. God knows where everyone had gone though. Hopefully they made it wherever they were going.

Going down Pitt street, then taking my usual path. I drove by my house. The doors were still secured, and the windows looked fine. I stopped to check in. Things were as I left them. I grabbed all the pillows, and bed clothes, and loaded them into the car. It wasn't as much as we needed, but it would help. A few other essentials were packed into the car, some tools, some clothes, two pair of binocs, the usual goodness, and I was off again. Just to be safe, I made sure to pull the steps away from the house, on front and back. The basement windows were boarded up years ago, my grandfathers idea, and the first floor windows were all about 5 and a half feet of the ground. That would keep things nice and secure in there for the meantime. Loading up the car, I heard a moan from the bushes. A drooler was laying in my rose bushes. I didn't immediately recognize him, he was in pretty rough shape. He had several bite marks on his face, and arms, and his legs were pretty much gone. He was almost covered in dead leaves. I didn't really know his name, but his family lived across the street from mine. I could actually see a faint blood trail coming from his back door leading to his general direction. Obviously he had come home, been attacked, and tried to drag himself out to safety. My bushes must have seemed like the ideal place to hide. God only knows how long he had lain there bleeding out. He must have turned there, and hadn't been strong enough to go anywhere else.
I sort of knew this guy, I couldn't leave him like this. It felt wrong some how. A quick trip down the basement provided a remedy. I was standing over this barely functioning monster. He was a mess. Hard to imagine something like this had caused so much worldwide destruction over the last year. I barely felt the axe go through his skull, but the sound... I don't think I will ever forget the sound. He stopped moaning as soon as the axe hit home. I know that whatever had brought him back, had simply stopped when his brain did. He looked like just one more corpse. I didn't have the capability to bury him. The sudden image of me as humanities grave digger sprang to mind. It sent a shiver down my spine...


The car needed some gas, so I went and gassed her up. The power was still holding, and the pumps were still working. I filled the tank, and made sure to put the nozzle back. Images of Vincent Price roaming deserted Los Angeles sprang to mind as I looked down the deserted street. I could see the building, home, I guess. from the gas station. I'm sure if they were looking out the upper windows they could see me. All I could see were the mirrored empty windows. I finished gassing the car up, so I ducked in and grabbed a couple of cold Pepsi's and a bag of doritos. I didn't go too far into the gas station, there had to have been a clerk once, and quite frankly he could stay wherever the hell he was.


I had been fiddling around town for a few hours. It was around noon at this point. So I finally decided to take a look at reserve St. I had purposely avoided that street. It was the main street out of town, and I was a little afraid it might be blocked with cars, like in the movies. Whenever these things happened in the movies the big main roads always got clogged with cars. that was another thing I had to talk to the rest back home about. We had some knowledge about what was going on, it was all taken from movies and books. We had to figure out how much of it applied to our situation. I had proven the whole brain thing to myself twice now, but what about the rest of it?rounding the corner I passed the funeral parlour. I didn't notice any particular traffic. Of course then, I crested the hill. I could see Sobeys, and Supervalu. and the parking lots of both places were full. Completly full of thousands of droolers. the big glass windows of both grocery stores were smashed out, the things were milling around outside, and inside. There were charred areas and the inside of supervalu looked like it was bombed out. On top of the roof I could make out a few what looked like droolers. Until one of them started waving at me. It looked like he was doing some sort of jumping jacks. One of the droolers must have seen him jumping and they all started moaning, it sounded horrible. A few thousand raspy moans is enough to turn anyone away from a good meal. I was sort of transfixed it was almost hipnotic. They were reaching for the roof, some swaying, some just standing. moaning. I guess this is where everyone went. Whoever the people on the roof were, they must have had the same idea as I did; only they failed to see the innate vulnerability to hiding in a building with glass walls.

Thats how I got to the position for wishing I smoked. Staring at a wall of undead droolers. I was just about to slip the car into reverse when they spotted me. some of the ones on the permiter started to turn towards the car, this in turn made the ones around them to turn to see what was so interesting. It was like watching a slow motion nightmare as hundreds of dead faces turned towards me and started to snarl... I almost threw up.

I had one advantage to those poor bastards up on the roof. Mobility, and maybe a little more knowledge on how they worked. The one from the other day, the woman, it had kept following me, the ones that came into town, they were following traffic. I think that when they start following something they keep going in that direction until somehting catches their atttention. Makes them kind of like a juggernaut. Not too smart, but also not too easy to stop. I knew that if i turned aroun those things would stream down reserve street, making town that much worse. Luckily for me I had a plan. Those things were on either side of the street. and were pretty slim in the middle of the street. There were a few stragglers, but not a writhing mass like they were around the two stores. I decided to run for it. I slipped the car into drive lift my foot off the break, and slammed down the gas. I aimed directly downt he middle of the street. The things coming so close as to grabbing at the car. I'm sure that more than one of them lost an arm or a hand trying to grab for the car. I was about half way through, and doing a good clip when I hear a loud bang. One of those things must have been too close. I hit it full on going around 80 kliks. the thing hit my passenger side fender, and did a flip in the air like a ragdoll. It landed with a sickening splat behind the car. I didn't stop to find out if it was dead or not. I kept barrelling down the road. After I got to the top of the hill, I saw that the road ahead was clear. This gave me an idea. I could use their natural instincts against them. Backing the car up i brought it back to the top of the hill, and started to blare the horn. The remaining onces who had been too deep into the crowd to see my car were immediatly alerted to my presence. I stayed there for about an hour. Constantly blasting the horn. and for the first time I felt ok with playing some music. My CD player blasted out hit after hit, at quite a high volume as the rotting mass made its way to the car. When they got close enough that they could almost grab the bumper I sped away again. Making it to the next hill about a mile away. I kept doing this for awile. Leading those things away from town, and more especially away from the people on the roof.

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AJ: routine life

Well, it was time to scout. We had little or no knowledge of what was going on in the greater world. Hell, we had no knowledge of what was going on out of eye shot of our building. The bruises from my outing the day before had healed to a somber purple colour, and weren't throbbing as much as they had been.

We were starting to settle into a routine in the building. The Kids were being entertained by some of the older people, there was even talk of starting some sort of class in one of the boardrooms. The food was improving, people were less into a siege mentality now that things had settled down. the explosions had stopped, and we rarely heard a scream of any type. The fact that it had calmed down really settled a lot of peoples nerves, but it only made me edgy. Sure the sounds of distaste and horror had stopped, but so had the other human noises. An eerie calm had seemed to settle over everything.

The others were against me going out again. Their argument was that we had food, we had shelter, why risk myself like that for curiosities sake? I had to try and explain how desperate our situation was without really panicking anyone. Sure we had food and shelter, but we had no idea what was waiting out there for us. The building was safe, for now, and we had no way of telling how long it would be safe. The thing that got the majority of them on my side was the simple fact that we needed to get ready for winter. We live in a rather northern climate, and winter is a constant in all of our minds. The building while being ideal for late summer early autumn, was not perfect for winter without preparation. After this argument settled, I made my plans. Secretly I drew up other plans, plans I couldn't bring up to my family and friends.


Again I woke with a start. We were all huddled in makeshift rooms on the fifth floor. The cubes had been emptied out, or moved around to make rooms. The walls of the cubes had been taken down in places and stacked making uncomfortable sleeping pallets raised from the floor. It was still dark as I made my way down to facilities. My "armour" was hanging from a hook on the wall. Suiting up, I checked the duct tape, made a few adjustments, and picked my weapon. The gun was slipped into my pocket, and my knife was in its sheath at my side. I chose a good club again a support beam from one of the cubes. I couldn't get the thought of medieval knights going off to battle out of my head. Making my way out of the building was easy. A quick survey proved no droolers in the area. So I quickly made it down from the front barricades. I slipped into my car again. Making sure not to make any noise. I had no idea what attracted them, but I was damned well trying my best not to find out.. yet.

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