Current location:	Das Bunker
Current mood:	hungry
Current music:	Zombie Girl - Bleeder [Industrial Strength mix by Seb]

Zombie Holocaust
Day 23: Whatever has happened, must have overtaken the entire city. Maybe even the entire world. All the TV and radio stations give nothing but a static hiss. Even the emergency broadcast system went silent days ago. The neighbours laughed when they saw me digging the shelter, shoring up the walls, stocking it with food and water and ammunition. Who's laughing now. Call it what you will...Judgement Day, Armageddon, The End Of The World; all I know is, I saw it coming and went underground in time. Everyone else is either dead...or one of them. It was all out of the Book of Revelation, with mad prophets howling on every street corner and the mass funeral pyres choking the midday sun with ash. Fleeing the cities didn't help, it only created massive gridlock that turned into a cannibal banquet on live television. I couldn't blame the news chopper pilot for going insane and crashing that thing into the middle of the horde. Holing up in Police stations, churches, the LRT...people didn't realize that all the institutions we spent our lives upholding are GONE, meaningless as the dust that used to be people after a nuclear holocaust. THEY rule the surface now. They have inherited the Earth. We...hell, I don't even know if anyone else even survived...will have to contend with a world where we're no longer at the top of the food chain, where we have to scuttle underfoot with the rats. For they know only hunger, and nothing less than our living flesh will satisfy them...

I don't even know if anyone is reading this, or ever will. The generator is almost out of fuel and as much as these entries are keeping me sane, I'll have to choose between the computer and the air purifier soon. I think I read something like this in a book once, but my past life seems a million years ago: "They are at the gate. We cannot get out."





This one appears to be their leader. He...changed first, and the others seem to instinctively follow him. Him? What am I thinking? It! Nothing remains of the man I once knew. Only a monster.



These ones almost got me. I foolishly went out in daylight to try and scavenge some water and food, and they caught my scent almost immediately. Note to self: soaking clothes in gasoline seems to delay the horde detecting me for a little while.



I used my last 3 shells on this mob. They seem extraordinarily resistant to conventional weapons, and nothing short of decapitation or total dismemberment will stop them. I will have to try fire, which they seem to have a primal fear of...but then, how will I use the gas to hide myself?



In certain cases, the dead maintain some semblance of the emotional attachments they had in life. This pair seemed to stick together out of some lingering shred of memory...or it could have been the railroad spike nailing them together by the torso. Will have to investigate this theory further to try and discern an exploitable weakness. Love often renders people vulnerable in life, I wonder if it can do the same in death...



Even Comic Book Convention attendees were not immune to the plague of undeath. This rules out the theory that the pathogen may be airborne, as nothing can penetrate a hardened geek's nostrils...



I couldn't definitively state if these two are undead or not, since they have been known to frequent industrial nightclubs. Dangling a severed limb had no immediate effect, but they may well have been stuffed after consuming that tourist from Whyte Ave.



The creatures can endure extraordinary trauma before being immobilized. This one gnawed his own foot off after being ran over by a bus in order to continue the chase.



The condition strikes all strata of society simultaneously, without regard for socioeconomic status or occupation.



Note to self: the fence-stake gun, while a decisive weapon under normal circumstance, just totally fails to get the job done against these things.



Jesus did come back in time for the End of the World. Just in time to get shot in the chest by a police officer during the riots and rise as one of the cannibal undead. Where's your God now?



The creatures exhibit no apparent fear of water obstacles. As a precaution, drink from no standing body of water in an infected area. I don't know how it spreads.



Throwing a brightly-coloured beach ball only distracted the creatures for a short time. Inevitably, their insane hunger takes over and the attack resumes. Do not attempt to dissuade the attackers with food, spare change, bus tickets, 40 ouncers, or any of the things that caused them to leave you alone in life. All they want is your flesh now.



Just another day at the office. The refuse in the background tried to eat me while I was siphoning gas from the Premier's old car. They got their comeuppance. If there's one good part to this whole "total social collapse" thing, it's that I can use these former people as walking stress balls to work out the pent-up aggression of my previous life.



OK, I really need something more formidable than a length of vacuum cleaner pipe. If it weren't for my uncanny catlike reflexes and lethal martial arts training I'd be lunch by now. We need shotguns for this kind of deal.



Never trust a woman. While true in all instances of life, this wisdom is doubly important when they want to take a shark-sized bite out of your neck. Whether its your wallet or your trachea, you're going to pay either way...



While making them immune to virtually any injury, apparently the condition does not cure paralysis. Interesting...



This one managed to bite me. It's not bad, just a scratch. I do feel a bit feverish and sweaty, though. Better get some polysporin on that.



From Earth we rise, and to the Earth we shall return.



I don't know how much longer I can hold out here. The lights are flickering, and the sounds of digging through the floorboards are getting louder. My ammo is gone, and I don't trust the water. I'll keep broadcasting as long as I can in hopes that somebody somewhere can find some answer to this...



Even if its just archaeologists digging up the bones of our dead civilization thousands of years from now.



No matter how it ends, I'm not going without a fight. Those things are going to have to work for their dinner.



But, what will it matter? Sooner or later I'll be one of them, and all this pain will end. But...I never got to tell her...



What was that?



It's probably nothing. Just my imagination playing tricks on me...too long alone, too long in the dark...



Ahh crap they're inside! Ohmigoddadadafadfhelpmellkjdf;llnotlikethisla;kldjfaadfknullmentalloandthefixerlladdfdffff



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