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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:19:12 GMT
I decided to keep a live track of all the posts I put on tumblr on here also. The blog is what keep the world changing and where all the important stuff happens that you guys HAVE to know in order to work your stories. I'll post here exactly what is posted on the tumblr for all you people that don't use it.
It's set up as a story but as you read you will notice that I set up good plot devices you guys can use as excuses for weapons and so on. I also use it as a way to answer questions you guys might have about the infection and so on.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:19:35 GMT
Exactly two weeks ago a virus spread that turned a majority of London into what I can only call zombies. They have all the typical traits. So that is what I shall believe.
A week into the infection there was news of a special infected that was intelligent. Apparently a pregnant woman was bitten. Soon after she went into labour and gave birth, Creating a hybrid human zombie creature. That was apparently eaten by other zombies and that caused the infection to capsize by half. Giving back some intelligence from the human side of these people. Creating zombies with the same goal, to eat and kill people. But now they were smart. They wouldn’t just run at you. They would hide and wait. Hunt you. Smart zombies that knew when to flee from danger. I’ve yet to see a zombie like so. I’m still unsure if the reports are true. But I pray not.
Right now I stay with my friend Peter. We are locked up in my house with limited supply and fear of being the only people left alive in England. We had thought the virus had spread before we saw reports online. The rest of the world shut England off. Nobody gets in or out. It’s a dead zone, the world left us to die and now we are calling out to anybody left alive. If your out there please go to this forum and reply to my post. We need to start working together. I’ll keep the world updated on my survival through this blog. I hope you’re out there.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:19:47 GMT
Ah it’s so good to know there are people out there. So far the forum has seven members and four active posters. I knew it wasn’t just me and peter. There are a lot of people scattered about from place to place. I hope there are others out there so we can start setting up plans and ways to help each other.
Peters been going on at me about gun loads in certain areas of England. He thinks that in the first few days of the outbreak other countries air dropped weapons in hopes we could control the virus. This being England I guess that makes sense. Our weapons are scarce so that would be a pretty good reason for people to have weapons around here. Not that I’ve got word of anyone claiming to own one.
Iv’e been in the garage all night trying to beef up our car in order to make it zombie proof. If we can get it going maybe we can go out and pick up survivors. Look for these weapon drops. I wonder why no other country has blown us up yet. Surely that would be a priority to save themselves? I’m scared.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:19:58 GMT
Not much has really happened today. If it wasn’t for my pc I would lose track of time. All the windows and doors are blocked in at my house. We can’t see fuck all outside. I’m scared to look. But lets not freak myself out. I’m going to tell you about my companion in all of this horror, Peter.
Peter was my childhood sweetheart, my first kiss, my first love and my first heartbreak. Peter really is the hottest person I know with the best personality. The only bad thing is. She now has a penis.
You see Peter used to be a girl named Lucy. I tried my best to win her but she was always against us being together. We soon drifted apart and she just became the girl next door…..who I was in love with.
Soon after the zombie outbreak Peter was on my doorstep. Her family had been turned and mine was missing. She noticed I was just inside acting like a pussy and she decided it might be better if we teamed up. She made me work all night to board in the house and make it zombie proof.
That night was our first night alone. The night I discovered her penis. Being a guy in the midsts of a zombie invasion sitting with the girl you love kinda triggers a few things in your brain. I’m not going into detail but. I touched it.
She doesn’t really tell me what happened but I have come to the conclusion that. She went for a sex change. Got the penis. Zombies attacked before the rest can be done. Now I sit in the realm of half boners over a girl that could also develop her own boner. My life sucks.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:20:07 GMT
Just a few minutes ago I went to get a glass of water and some blood poured out of the taps. It only just occurred to me that the running water could easily become contaminated and mess with our systems causing us to become zombies. I suggest everyone stops drinking tap water if they have access to it.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:20:19 GMT
FUCK. Peter was asking to open a window. See what’s going on. I wouldn’t let him. He wouldn’t listen. He ripped some of the boards off the window upstairs. There were birds all along the houses across the way. They saw us. They wanted us.
In seconds birds were slamming against the windows. It was horrible. I tried pulling Peter out but he was too shocked to move. The window smashed. Birds got everywhere. They filled the room. Peter was scratched to fuck. He’s covered in blood. I dragged him out of the room and slammed the door.
A few were scattering the hallway but it was easy pickings after that. I’m not too badly done but Peter really needs medical attention. God I don’t know if it’s even worth it. There’s no way we wont turn. This is fucked up. I’m giving up. I just want Peter to be OK. I’m going out to find means of treating her. I love her
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 10, 2010 22:20:27 GMT
I got back an hour ago with medical supplies. The cars pretty beaten up but it seems to be doing well. There’s not much else I can do for peter right now apart from let him rest. The zombies know we are in here. We may need to move out soon. I plan to work on the car all night. If we end up turning because of these fucking birds. Maybe someone else will put the car to good use.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 11, 2010 12:38:53 GMT
The car is finished. I haven’t slept all night and it’s finally done. If me and Peter survive the infection we must leave tonight. I’ve been hearing things outside. Things other than the norm. People trying to open the front door. Stuff like that. Psychological warfare. I hope it’s not one of them specials I got wind of. If it is. We can’t stay here another night. It’s probably finding a way in.
I’m not showing any signs of turning. I don’t feel weird or anything. It’s only a few more hours before the 24 are up. Maybe we will survive this. Maybe the animals don’t infect.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 11, 2010 18:25:00 GMT
It’s been an hour or so over the allotted 24 hours of infection time. Me and Peter still seem fine. What’s going on? Can animals not infect people? Does eating the zombie flesh just send them crazy infected but not transferable of the virus? Shits confusing. But me and Peter need to get out of here. There’s been running footsteps across the roof. I’m scared. I’m going to get Peter into the car and drive for as long as we can. I’ve already filled it with all we need. I’ll be back soon guys.
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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 15, 2010 15:20:51 GMT
Peter opened his eyes after a sudden jolt unsettled his sleep. Liam was carrying him, running with him. Panic filled the air. Something was wrong.
“What’s up, what’s going on?” asked Peter
“Nothing, don’t worry. We’re getting in the car. It’ll be ok. You will be safe” Liam replied.
They ran through the kitchen to the garage. Liam put Peter in gently, the injuries from the crows still painful. Liam took his time as to not hurt him.
“SHIT, THE LAPTOP!” Liam yelled.
Liam cared too much for that fucking laptop and the other survivors.
He slammed the car door and told Peter not to move. He ran back into the dark of the kitchen. Everything was still for the next 20 seconds. Peter counted. He was scared, Worried, watching the kitchen door. Behind him in the car was food and guns. Everything they would need to last. Something was wrong. The car was more done up than before he had passed out. He must have been out for a day. Liam must have been scared as hell to do it up that much.
In a flash the light from the kitchen turned to dark as Liam’s body came flying through. He smashed into the side of the car. Peter screamed and leaned over to open the door for Liam. By the time he got there it was already open. Liam was standing, fighting. He threw the laptop onto the seat and slammed the door shut as a zombie grabbed him from behind. It picked him up and threw him into the garage door.
This wasn’t a normal zombie. Normal zombies are slow, weak and just plain hungry. Any other would have just eaten Liam. This one toyed with him. It opened the car door and stared at Peter. Me. It saw the pain in my eyes. The fear for Liam’s life, it wanted me to suffer. He slammed the door shut and began to walk to Liam.
I jumped into the back of the car and grabbed a gun. Loading the gun I looked up to see Liam looking at me. He saw me planning to help him. He didn’t want that. He worries for me too much. He shouted my name and told me to open the glove compartment. He said to push the blue button within. He screamed it as if his life depended on it. I trusted him. I jumped into the passenger seat and opened the compartment. I pushed the button. Why the fuck did I push that button.
The car started making noises. Gears turning, gas being released. Liam looked straight at me and grinned as metal plates began to slide up over the windows. The doors wouldn’t unlock. The last thing I saw of Liam was his goofy grin looking straight at me as a monster swung for him.
I sat in the darkness of a car for an hour. Screaming, trying to find a way to get out, to help him. I could hear the fucked up noises of what was going on outside. The plates came down. All that was left was a body of the man that gave his life because he loved me.
He spent the last seconds of his life making sure that there was no way in hell the special infected could get to me. Once he knew I was safe he knew I would never see him again. That grin was his way of giving me a final memory that doesn’t hurt. He never wanted me to see him in pain or with fear in his eyes. He always wanted me to see him happy.
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