Zombie Apocalypse

[Loch Belthadd]

So if anybody read any of that, how is it?

pretty good so far.

[Drizztrocks]

The second entry in the journal.

 [ic]Day 2
 Today was my first day on guard duty. After spending all day sitting in that 'guard tower' I have felt a lot worse about all this. Let me start from the beginning.

  So I had set my alarm for 8:30 am, when night shift ended and my shift began. I was going to drive, but then decided against it. When everybody left, they took the van and the station wagon, leaving me with the truck. The truck was a gas guzler, and that was the reason they didn't take it, but was a gigantic pickup with four wheel drive. So instead of driving and wasting the little gas I have (what's already in the tank and four gas cans in the shed), I walked. Everything was so quiet. It was scary. People stared nervously out their dark windows at me as I walked by. It was a bright, sunny, nearly cloudless day. All that could be heard was the squawk of seagulls helping themselves to lots of easy meals, and wind. Other then that it was quiet. Trash blew down the street. Wood creaked in the wind. Muffled voices could be heard out of window. The place was a shadow of what is was before.

   When I reached the bridge, I passed alot of people around my age, some even younger. They were just sitting there at the end of the bridge. Some were holding shovels and baseball bats, just sitting there, staring into the distance. Some of them talked to eachother quietly. These were the people who had nothing better to do then stay on a sort of half guard at the end of the bridge. When I started getting closer to the barrier at the middle of the bridge, I could see the actual guards, and the 'guard towers'. Originally, halfway across the bridge there were two toll booths. The barrier was created in front of those toll booths. The toll booths themselves were very high, higher then the barrier. Although the lower portion had originally served as a toll booth, the upper portion had served as a small lighthouse.
      Now, however, I could see lots of men and women wearing blue police vests sitting on the platform on top of the tower. Although they may have been wearing police gear, and holding guns, it was apparent they weren't cops. They looked frightened and gave off an inexperienced vibe. As I got closer to them, I switched with someone sitting at the top of the tower. I was one of the guards that guarded from the top of the towers. Some others sat in the small toll booth room at the bottom.

  The top of the tower was rather plain. It was a white concrete platform that had originally let maintnence workers repair the lighthouse light. In the center of the platform was a light mounted on a rod. The lightbulb inside it was shattered into pieces, as the night shift guards were afraid it would attract the dead. Four chairs were set up on the platform, along with one cooler with water bottles in it and boxes of ammunition. I sat down in one of the white fold up chairs and another one of the guards handed me a pistol, and quickly showed me how to use it. I was nervous about using it, because I had never used a gun before. Even though I was unsure of my abilities with the firearm, it made me feel alot safer.

    Six hours passed by in the heat of the day. Nothing happened. I had been talking to the other guards about how the night shift people said they had seen the dead shambling around on the other side of the bridge through their binoculars. This didn't really scare me. I was sort of looking forward to seeing the dead, in a way. I wanted to see what the source of all this hysteria was about. I didn't really beleive something that bad could happen, and figured it wouldn't be as bad as people were saying, and this whole event was probably blown out of proportion by media. So I was excited about seeing the dead. Until it happened.

  It was around 3:00 pm when one of the other guards stood up. At first I thought he was stretching. That is usually all it means when somebody gets up. But this time he was looking down on the other side of the barrier, an astonished look on his face. It was only when he loaded his weapon when I decided to get up.

   I saw it, saw it running across the bridge. It was fast. Not like I had expected. It ran with speed, but not quite grace. As it got closer, I could make out the details of its body. It had an earthy gray skin, and white, pupiless eyes. It was wearing dirty, torn clothes, and it seemed like it was once wearing shoes, but the bottom had degraded after much running. Its face was covered in dried blood.

  As it closed in, my mind came back into focus. I aimed my weapon strait towards its chest. I fired, and missed. My hands were shaking. I was terrified. The man next to me fired. At first I thought he had missed, but then I saw a fresh splash of blood on the ground, and noticed a wound in the thing's stomach. The wound didn't slow it in the least, and as it closed in on the barrier it leaped, colliding solidly with the wall of cars and furniture. It didn't stop for a second, even though the impact had made it bruised and bloody. It started climbing the wall, and I was terrified by the sheer blood thirstiness of this horrible thing. When it reached the top of the wall, everyone started firing at once. In that few second of shooting, one shot had penetrated its forehead, and the thing fell over limp.

  Were all going to die. DIE. That was all I could think about. There had only been one, and our barrier barely helped. It climbed right over it! If one did that, what would a hundred do? I'm afraid we won't be able to hold these things back. I'm afraid this is all for nothing.    [/ic]

[Drizztrocks]

I really like that. Anybody else? I don't want to intrude on Deel or anybody elses previous writing. Is it okay if I keep going?

[Endless_Helix]

I didn't start this, but I did post in it a while back. The whole point was to create a sort of communal writing piece, I think, or at least that's what I got from it. I like your journal entries, they really get into the meat of what it would be like in a Zombie Apocalypse I think. I think that given how many zombie flicks I've watched, I've forgotten to be scared of them. Your story reminded me a little.

It's almost like a world-wide Stalingrad, and we've got the worst bits of both sides.

[DeeL]

It's been a while, and I finally dropped back in to resurrect the thread and maybe rejoin the guild on an active basis.  I like what I've seen in the - years, isn't it? - since I left, and if anyone wants to bring more flesh-eating fun into this mess, feel free.  Survivorman in particular seems to be tuned in, if he's still here and posting.

[Superfluous Crow]

Hey DeeL, welcome back!
I haven't seen Survivorman in a while, but he might be lurking.

[Xathan]

I wrote a short story for this ages ago, and never got around to posting it. Now I need to see if I can get my POS laptop up and running to find it. Welcome back, DeeL - glad to see this project resurrected and some more of the old gang returning!