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Post by LivingNotDead on Jul 8, 2010 11:34:33 GMT
Seen as all we can really do in the midsts of a zombie invasion is sit online and talk while waiting for something to happen. Id like to hear all your stories on how you got where you are.
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Post by Aggie on Jul 8, 2010 23:52:55 GMT
Well, as many of you recall, it started with news of a new virus spreading around. They didn't really describe the symptoms very clearly, so I just thought, oh, this is gonna be just like the swine flu craze. And Y2K, and whatnot. You know, everyone thinking the world's gonna end.
So, like every other time, I just ignored it. Then things started getting weird. The airports started getting shut down. Nobody flying in, nobody flying out. Things on the news, like how the world left us isolated. People going crazy, panicking like hell. Only then it had become apparent to me, that this pandemic thing was real. That there really was a virus going round. That things were getting serious.
My mother had come home that evening, looking pale and nauseous. I told her she should have a rest. A little while after she went to bed, I was in the kitchen, making dinner for myself and my brother. I didn't notice my mother come out of her room until I looked up. She looked as if she'd just been dragged through a hedge. I asked if she needed anything. She wanted a paracetamol tablet, and a cup of tea. I sent her back to bed, and brought them to her. After that, nothing that interesting happened.
The next day I'd planned to go to Romford with Sarah in order to do some shopping. In the morning, I was getting myself ready, when I realised that my mother hadn't woken up yet. Strange, I remember thinking. And I carried on with my morning routine.
That morning, I realised what the symptoms of the virus were. That morning, I realised that my mother was infected. That morning, I picked up the first thing I could find, and I killed my mother.
I ran up the stairs, horrified at what I'd just done. I checked on my brother, and choked a little. Blood brutally spattered on the walls, shreds of pyjama clothes everywhere, and his limp little body, laying in his bed. It seems these zombies show no mercy, even to their own children.
So, I called Sarah and told her briefly. She sounded just as horrified as I was. She was in a similar situation, except her family wasn't just dead. They were undead. Great, I thought. And we came up with this mediocre plan. We rushed over to Romford (luckily not too much of Dagenham was infected yet).
The grabbed as much as we could from a nearby asda, but we settled that the best place to go was B&Q.
I find it odd how we got around so easily. Sure, we had to ram a few people out of the way with our trolley, but we're still standing here, with stories to tell.
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Post by andrew on Jul 11, 2010 11:07:54 GMT
Right now I'm sitting here in Jo Richardson, trying to work out how this all happened, I'm with one of my friends, Daniel, like I put in an earlier post I'm really worried about him, he's losing hope.
I've not lost hope yet, something I've learnt in life is something’s are worth fighting for... even if he's given up. I won't.
I've survived the last few days, they've been really long days, and they've been like hell, but I've survived.
I remember waking up, early in the morning, daylight, but pretty cloudy and cold, typical English summer. I was phoned by a friend of mine, I remember what he said to me, every word. "It's the end of the world. I'm going to die. I just called to say good bye."
I heard a gunshot down the phone. My friend Jamie, killed himself with his Dad's gun. I had no idea what was going on at the time... but all I could do was panic. I believed every word of what he said, Jamie had always been so level headed... so was I, but I found myself legitimately believing that this was the end of the world...
I stepped to my window, expecting fire and brimstone, crashed vehicles... but when I looked. Nothing. The streets were completely empty. All I could see was a transit van, parked in the middle of the road.
No people walking the streets, no cars driving past. I live on a main road, so you can imagine how daunting that would be.
I ran downstairs. Took a few steps outside, then I saw him. Ted, my next door neighbour, standing in his garden. Just standing, nothing more. His eyes were dull and vacant, foaming from the mouth. Standing so still and supple he blew in the breeze.
A low crackling sound came from his mouth, and he lumbered towards me...
I took two steps back, and ran back in my house, and turned on the TV.
I'd been left at home for the night, my mum and dad were gone, I was so worried about them.
Nothing showed up on the TV. Just static. No news. Nothing.
SHIT!
I'd left the door open!
I looked in sheer horror as Ted lumbered in, the same crackling sound from his mouth, which blew bubbles of foam at me.
For the first time in years, I actually screamed in horror, I jumped backwards and grabbed hold of the first thing I saw and hit him with it.
A wooden elephant carving, cracked into the head off of poor Ted.
He stared vacantly at me, wobbling, and he let out a final growl as his legs gave out from underneath him.
I stayed hidden in my house, trying to use the laptop the best I could to find help, till Daniel contacted me on my "Help Me" post. I still don't feel much safer, but it's not to be alone...
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Post by homerunner on Jul 15, 2010 19:24:13 GMT
Well, my story isn't anything special, it's something we've all clearly been through. It started in my shared house, I live with a few of my mates from Uni in Derby. The girl who I live with, Claire, came back feeling exhausted and looking nauseous. She's always ill though and sleeps a lot so this was nothing out of the ordinary really. I told her to go to bed and she went straight up and I thought nothing of it. Me and my other house mates, Callum and Jamie were having a little xbox sesh the following morning (I say morning, I mean lunch time - students ) when we started to hear some banging that wasn't coming from the tv. I went upstairs to check and could hear it coming from Claire's room. I knocked to see if she was alright and the banging only got louder, only now it was accompanied by groaning. At first I found it quite funny, because we always joke that Claire has, sorry, had a low voice for a girl. But when she started to crack the door I got worried. You must understand we lock our bedroom doors in our house, so she was essentially stuck in there until she broke through. I went downstairs to tell Cal and Jamie, but they already knew. While I'd been upstairs they'd switched over to the tv to check what was on and found an emergency broadcast from the BBC explaining that there was 'an infection spreading at an alarming rate'. Of course we took this to mean zombies, because we take everything to mean zombies, it's just something we do in our house: blame it on the zombies. We all armed ourselves with our home-made weapons (table legs, screwdrivers, hammers) and went upstairs to pay Claire a visit. By this time we knew she would break out and decided our first kill would be in a contained environment where we had more control. She we waited until she broke through (which took ages by the way) and busted her head in. Wasn't very enjoyable, she was our good friend but it had to be done so we did it and set out for the Westfield shopping centre. On our way we saw quite a few little skirmishes going on, people wrestling against a lone zombie, groups going after one person, we helped out a little because you can't walk past a woman with a baby being attacked by a zombie. However you can kill a woman who has been bitten by a zombie. We made it to the Westfield, barricaded ourselves in as much as we could and we're holed up on the second floor in the security room. We make daily trips to the shops, you know, to pick up the essentials FYI: Sports World is a good shop to loot. Full of weapons and light, breathable clothing (if you don't mind looking like a chav). It's good to get out every once in a while!
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