I got up very early in the morning, I woke the new guy up. He looked panic, and tired when I shook him from his sleep. I put my hand over his mouth so he didn't scream, well I also told him not to.
"We're going to get you patched up okay?" I said to him calmly. He nodded as I looked through my bag for a knife and alcohol. I told him to bite on a cloth, and do the usual routine. Pour, stab, dig, wrap. He screamed like a dying pig. After we were done, the sun has already risen from its sleep. I woke everybody up and told them to pack up. I went into Julie's tent, and sat right beside her while the others wait outside.
"You ready kiddo?"
"Yes. Mike. Don't worry about me. I'm not, her. I can take care of myself." She responded. I was shocked.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not Lexi. I can take care of my damn self." She said again.
I stood up, told her to pack up, then went outside. I packed my backpack, meds, painkillers, molotovs, Uzi, and a knife. I put my hoodie on, jeans, and we were off our ways towards the Valors. Jack was quietly guarding the new guy, the others to were quite. Jack told Victor to look after the wounded guy, and Jack approached me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked
"No."
"Then?"
"We'll see." I responded.
We walked for another hour or so, and here we are. 50 yards from the huge concrete gate. My palms were sweating,I was nervous. Very, especially in Julie's condition. A missing right hand. Oh this is just great. We walked until we're face to face to the gate's lock, then I called out.
"Package is here!" I said while looking back to Julie.
The door opened, 3 guys came out. They were no taller than 5 foot 9.
"Great, your weapons are ready." Said one, while the others whispered to each other.
"Bye guys." Julie said sadly while she hugged each one of us. I couldn't let go but I had to. Julie went in with the three guys, but I managed to held one of their hands and asked
"Where are the other kids?" I asked
"Inside."
"How can I know for sure?" Everyone went silent. The three guys looked at each other. One of them told the other to get several kids from inside. I looked each of their faces. Little terrified faces, and then they went back in. It was Julie's turn, they way these guys handle these kids is suspicious if you ask me. When me and the group were about to walked away, one of the three guys said
"A little girl with one hand gives no pleasure." he chuckled.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Julie said, I froze while the group kept walking. I turned, walked up to them and said
"Yeah. What the fuck did you just say?"
The three guys looked at each other, and at an instant I disarmed my Uzi, and just fired at those three. They let go of Julie, she ran to me, the group was prepared, valors rushing out of their bases, we made a run. We run, and run until we saw a full sized van. I told Jack to hurry and hot wire the car. I told him to drive through highways, get away from that valors' base. I told him to drive us to the previous base. Great, I just started a fucking war. The valors fired, they missed, fired again, penetrated the door, I'm hit. I'm dizzy. I want to sleep. The others were yelling, Jack was saying something that I couldn't understand, Julie told me 'stay with her'. I couldn't bear the pain, this is it. This is the end for. is it? No! I have something to fight for. The group. Julie, Jess, Victor, Jack, Ann, that random dude. Oh no. I need a rest. Oh no I've gone unconscious.
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Friday, January 31, 2014
Mike's Diary Day 59 - Oh no. Is this it? No!
By IM9:16 PMapocalypse story, craze, dangerous, Julie, kill, my apocalyptic journal, pandemic, shot, valors, virus, war, zombies, zombies apocalypse
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Friday, December 27, 2013
Mike's Diary - Day 49 "Still to early."
By IM10:47 PMapocalypse, apocalypse journal, apocalyptic era, craze, deal, death, depression, grave, grumpy, important, infecting, infection, kill, Lexi, my survival diary, my survival journal, Package, pandemic
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Nothing lasts forever, and I guess Jack was right. They were off of to burry Lexi. The girl who I been taking care of. The girl who I treated SS my sister. I got up, and walked towards them, just in time when they had finished their goodbyes. I walked towards Lexi's grave made out of rocks, and crouched down. I shed more tears, rage inside me is flaming up and I almost burst put again, but managed to calm myself down.
"Lexi. I'm sorry." I cried even more, and yes I was thinking of wiping the clowns out. All of them, but I'm sure Jack already did so.
"Mike." Jess called out, I didn't say anything and walked towards them.
"Are you guys okay?" I said
"Yes" Victor said
"What's our next move?" Jack asked me.
"Deliver the package. And who's this?"
"Ann. I'm sorry for your loss." She said, but I didn't answer.
I'm becoming a very depressing person, I no longer talk a lot, barely answer questions. I feel emptiness, as if something in me is missing. I walked towards the truck that Jack and group road to this place, and sat on the passenger seat. Jack was Driving.
"You gotta move on sometimes right?" He said, but I didn't answer. I just lost my appetite for everything, talking, food, even water. I don't feel thirsty all of the sudden. I just look out the window, thinking of what I could've done. Jack tried his best to make me let a word out, but it was all useless. I feel the breeze hitting my face, in the windy, and gloomy night. We kept driving and soon the sun rises from the east, as we reached the valor's base. I got off the truck, and met with one of the leaders. I gave him the letter, and told that we made a deal with his branch.
"Ahhh... my postmen." Says he, then continues "you will be delivering, well not an object exactly." At the same time two vapors came out with the "package", it was a little girl.
"You have to deliver this girl back to the kids camp that we have 400 miles from here." He said to me
"You've got to be sitting me!"
"I turned my back on him, and saw Pack's face." I know that look. I walked towards him and said
"I can't."
"It's too late now, we've made the deal. They could kill us."
"...I."
"We'll take it." Jack said. I looked at him and shook my head in a disappointment, and sigh. We took little girl with us, and she sits beside me.
"Where the fuck are we going?" She asked me
"Another base."
"I Don't wanna go with you guys."
"You're just gotta deal with it."
"Can't you be anymore rude?"
"You're the one who swore and complain about shit." I said
She looked over to Jack and said
"What the fuck is his problem?!" Jack didn't answer.
"What the he'll is wrong with you people?" She asked. Judging from how vulgar and young she is, reminds me to Lexi, but worse. Brunette, 5'2 feet, brown eyes, pony tail. I don't even bother to ask what her name is. There, we stopped to take a break, we unpacked and set up tents. Jess and Ann are in these tent, Victor and Jack, the girl sleeps alone, but close to Jess's tent, and I stay up. We made a campfire, I was the only one who sits with my book open on the trunk of the truck, still thinking about Lexi. This is too early for me I though to myself. I saw that vulgar girl talking with Jack, she asks too many questions and I'm not in the best mood. All I heard was
"What the hell is that grumpy old man's problem??" She asked Jack
"...los..breaa..." Jack said, which I couldn't hear clearly since our distance was 6 metres away. Who the fuck cares? I just wanna get this "package" delivered right away so I don't have to deal with anything complex ever again.
"Lexi. I'm sorry." I cried even more, and yes I was thinking of wiping the clowns out. All of them, but I'm sure Jack already did so.
"Mike." Jess called out, I didn't say anything and walked towards them.
"Are you guys okay?" I said
"Yes" Victor said
"What's our next move?" Jack asked me.
"Deliver the package. And who's this?"
"Ann. I'm sorry for your loss." She said, but I didn't answer.
I'm becoming a very depressing person, I no longer talk a lot, barely answer questions. I feel emptiness, as if something in me is missing. I walked towards the truck that Jack and group road to this place, and sat on the passenger seat. Jack was Driving.
"You gotta move on sometimes right?" He said, but I didn't answer. I just lost my appetite for everything, talking, food, even water. I don't feel thirsty all of the sudden. I just look out the window, thinking of what I could've done. Jack tried his best to make me let a word out, but it was all useless. I feel the breeze hitting my face, in the windy, and gloomy night. We kept driving and soon the sun rises from the east, as we reached the valor's base. I got off the truck, and met with one of the leaders. I gave him the letter, and told that we made a deal with his branch.
"Ahhh... my postmen." Says he, then continues "you will be delivering, well not an object exactly." At the same time two vapors came out with the "package", it was a little girl.
"You have to deliver this girl back to the kids camp that we have 400 miles from here." He said to me
"You've got to be sitting me!"
"I turned my back on him, and saw Pack's face." I know that look. I walked towards him and said
"I can't."
"It's too late now, we've made the deal. They could kill us."
"...I."
"We'll take it." Jack said. I looked at him and shook my head in a disappointment, and sigh. We took little girl with us, and she sits beside me.
"Where the fuck are we going?" She asked me
"Another base."
"I Don't wanna go with you guys."
"You're just gotta deal with it."
"Can't you be anymore rude?"
"You're the one who swore and complain about shit." I said
She looked over to Jack and said
"What the fuck is his problem?!" Jack didn't answer.
"What the he'll is wrong with you people?" She asked. Judging from how vulgar and young she is, reminds me to Lexi, but worse. Brunette, 5'2 feet, brown eyes, pony tail. I don't even bother to ask what her name is. There, we stopped to take a break, we unpacked and set up tents. Jess and Ann are in these tent, Victor and Jack, the girl sleeps alone, but close to Jess's tent, and I stay up. We made a campfire, I was the only one who sits with my book open on the trunk of the truck, still thinking about Lexi. This is too early for me I though to myself. I saw that vulgar girl talking with Jack, she asks too many questions and I'm not in the best mood. All I heard was
"What the hell is that grumpy old man's problem??" She asked Jack
"...los..breaa..." Jack said, which I couldn't hear clearly since our distance was 6 metres away. Who the fuck cares? I just wanna get this "package" delivered right away so I don't have to deal with anything complex ever again.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Day 44 - "No Ride Home" - Mike's Diary
By IM9:17 PMadventure, apocalypse, apocalyptic, dangerous, family, journey, kill, Mike, monster, night, quite, savages, scary, survival journal, tire, zombies
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I sat in the tent with Jessie, Victor, and Lexi, waiting for Jack doing his "business" with the raider outside. He peeked his head into tent and signaled me that he was done. I went outside just to looked at the woman died, laid on the street. I walked up to the body and dragged, then dumped it in the ravine right across. I walked back towards Jack and stood there
"You're a fucking monster. Should've just put a bullet through her head. You didn't need to torture her." I said, and he said nothing. I told him to get the others and pack up everything, I folded the other tents, and said "We're Walking." Everyone looked very upset about the situation, but we can't waste any time. So off we go, we started walking along the road single file, Me, Victor, Lexi, Jessie, and Jack at the very back. I was wondering whether we have to cut through the forest or follow the road.
"We take the road, more craze, but more chance of getting a new vehicle. We cut through the forest, safer, but no ride. Take a vote." I said. Jessie, and Jack voted forest but the three of us voted the road, so we continued with our journey.
4 hours have passed, and we finally found an abandoned RV, and I decided to open a camp there and to stay for the night. I told Jack to keep a look out and get on top of the RV, and Victor keep a look out on the ground while the rest of us are taking a break inside the tents. I'm writing this journal, the night is silence, no wind, no signs of life, and no conversation was made for the rest of the day. The birds, crows, gawks, then it the night stays silent once again.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Jack's Diary - Day 21, October 6th 2013
By Michael W10:42 PMbarricades, city, Duke, jack, kill, machete, runners, soulless, stairwell, trash, window
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I have that annoying urge to kill. Not for pleasure, but relief. I am an easy going person when it comes to things that aren't life and death and can for the most part control myself, but Duke is pushing me over the metaphorical edge. I woke up and found him reading my journal entries. I got up and snatched them out of his hands. "What do you think you're doing?" I said to him.
"Well, you never gave me your backstory so I just wanted to check up on you," he responded.
"Don't ever touch my writing again!"
"What do you expect from a rude, narcissistic person like myself! How dare you say such things about me!"
"I'll think, write, and say what I wish and I'll say it to you now; you're a selfish annoying person who would've died had I not come along! No wonder why you're alone!"
"Coming from the person who was alone when he found me. If you're such a delight, where are your friends? Oh, that's right, you let them die!"
"I'm warning you, Duke! Say one more word about my past and I'll end you!"
"Doubt you would, you're too much of a..."
I punched Duke in the face and took a slash at him with my machete, but I only managed to cut him under his left eye. He fell back near the edge of the high place we were on. There were about four or five soulless at the bottom, reaching up. We were too high up for them to grab Duke, but I could have easily kicked him over the edge. I approached the sniveling roach, as he pleaded for forgiveness between his violent weeps. I stood over him for about minute looking down at him with the sun to my back until I wiped the blood off my machete on his shirt and put it away.
"Consider this my last act of mercy on your part. You will do as I say and keep your self-center personality locked away because it only takes one thrust or flick of the wrist to finish what I've imaged doing over 100 times in my head. Understand!"
He shook his head yes and I turned away to pack things up. Even afterwards, I still felt like killing him, to watch his blood bleed out with the rest of his fluids and negative traits. I never believed the idea that there are those who deserve to die, but this man is making me question this belief.
A few nails from above to the soulless heads and we headed off to the city. Duke hasn't said a word since, which is nice. The streets were a disaster area with broken glass, blood, bodies and large pieces of cement and building littering the streets and sidewalks. I wanted to seek out other survivors, but none were insight, leaving the only three options left: they were dead, soulless, or inside the building. If they were hiding within the buildings, I wasn't going to look for them. There's too much of an advantage for them if I were to step inside. They could easily club me over the head and kill me and Duke. Besides, with my current mood and the previous attack on my life, I'm not willing to try and find people. my only concern was that we might leave this city and Jane might be hiding here. However, none of the survivors I spotted before hand or afterward matched the description John had given me. Besides, we could always come back for a more "thorough" check.
Every so often a group of soulless would begin to approach us, which I quickly dispatched with the nail guns while Duke cowered behind me. The biggest threat were the runners who came at us with great speed (about the speed of a brisk jog), but I managed to stop them, whether it was through shooting at their legs or doing a running kick at them and knocking them over. A large group of runners approached us at some point and I pulled Duke into the nearest building and locked the door (luckily, the door was in decent shape). The windows were broken out so we looked for a stairwell to climb. We found one as they were climbing and falling through the windows. I noticed there were soulless standing on upper levels of the stairwell so I took the lead and stabbed or knocked the soulless over the sides as we progressed upward. I thought I saw a few eyes peeking in on us from the exit doors on each level. I figured, the higher up we got, the less likely a soulless would take the time to follow. We must have reached the twentieth floor or so when I stopped Duke and listened. I didn't hear anyone following. We could have left after this point, but I decide to stay. I opened the exit door, dispatched the soulless in sight, checked the nearby rooms for more soulless and stuff to loot (basically, stealing what looked useful and killing anything that moved, except for Duke). We came across a few doors that wouldn't open (barricaded doors), a few of which I knocked on, asking if they'd seen anyone who matched the description I gave. Even Duke knocked on a few doors as well. I received silence mostly, with the occasional "No". This method was labeled dangerous by myself after the last person I asked shot through the door to try and kill me. After this, I found a room with a window for me and I told Duke to use the one next door. He was to knock on my door or I knock on his in a certain way to let each other know we weren't soulless or a stranger. Nearly all the food on that floor had been looted so there wasn't much point in searching. After I barricaded the door, I looked out the window, the great height giving me new vantage points to scout from. After the night began to return, I ceased my scouting, wrote this down, and noticed that I now wanted to kill Duke a little less.
- Jack's Diary


"Well, you never gave me your backstory so I just wanted to check up on you," he responded.
"Don't ever touch my writing again!"
"What do you expect from a rude, narcissistic person like myself! How dare you say such things about me!"
"I'll think, write, and say what I wish and I'll say it to you now; you're a selfish annoying person who would've died had I not come along! No wonder why you're alone!"
"Coming from the person who was alone when he found me. If you're such a delight, where are your friends? Oh, that's right, you let them die!"
"I'm warning you, Duke! Say one more word about my past and I'll end you!"
"Doubt you would, you're too much of a..."
I punched Duke in the face and took a slash at him with my machete, but I only managed to cut him under his left eye. He fell back near the edge of the high place we were on. There were about four or five soulless at the bottom, reaching up. We were too high up for them to grab Duke, but I could have easily kicked him over the edge. I approached the sniveling roach, as he pleaded for forgiveness between his violent weeps. I stood over him for about minute looking down at him with the sun to my back until I wiped the blood off my machete on his shirt and put it away.
"Consider this my last act of mercy on your part. You will do as I say and keep your self-center personality locked away because it only takes one thrust or flick of the wrist to finish what I've imaged doing over 100 times in my head. Understand!"
He shook his head yes and I turned away to pack things up. Even afterwards, I still felt like killing him, to watch his blood bleed out with the rest of his fluids and negative traits. I never believed the idea that there are those who deserve to die, but this man is making me question this belief.
A few nails from above to the soulless heads and we headed off to the city. Duke hasn't said a word since, which is nice. The streets were a disaster area with broken glass, blood, bodies and large pieces of cement and building littering the streets and sidewalks. I wanted to seek out other survivors, but none were insight, leaving the only three options left: they were dead, soulless, or inside the building. If they were hiding within the buildings, I wasn't going to look for them. There's too much of an advantage for them if I were to step inside. They could easily club me over the head and kill me and Duke. Besides, with my current mood and the previous attack on my life, I'm not willing to try and find people. my only concern was that we might leave this city and Jane might be hiding here. However, none of the survivors I spotted before hand or afterward matched the description John had given me. Besides, we could always come back for a more "thorough" check.
Every so often a group of soulless would begin to approach us, which I quickly dispatched with the nail guns while Duke cowered behind me. The biggest threat were the runners who came at us with great speed (about the speed of a brisk jog), but I managed to stop them, whether it was through shooting at their legs or doing a running kick at them and knocking them over. A large group of runners approached us at some point and I pulled Duke into the nearest building and locked the door (luckily, the door was in decent shape). The windows were broken out so we looked for a stairwell to climb. We found one as they were climbing and falling through the windows. I noticed there were soulless standing on upper levels of the stairwell so I took the lead and stabbed or knocked the soulless over the sides as we progressed upward. I thought I saw a few eyes peeking in on us from the exit doors on each level. I figured, the higher up we got, the less likely a soulless would take the time to follow. We must have reached the twentieth floor or so when I stopped Duke and listened. I didn't hear anyone following. We could have left after this point, but I decide to stay. I opened the exit door, dispatched the soulless in sight, checked the nearby rooms for more soulless and stuff to loot (basically, stealing what looked useful and killing anything that moved, except for Duke). We came across a few doors that wouldn't open (barricaded doors), a few of which I knocked on, asking if they'd seen anyone who matched the description I gave. Even Duke knocked on a few doors as well. I received silence mostly, with the occasional "No". This method was labeled dangerous by myself after the last person I asked shot through the door to try and kill me. After this, I found a room with a window for me and I told Duke to use the one next door. He was to knock on my door or I knock on his in a certain way to let each other know we weren't soulless or a stranger. Nearly all the food on that floor had been looted so there wasn't much point in searching. After I barricaded the door, I looked out the window, the great height giving me new vantage points to scout from. After the night began to return, I ceased my scouting, wrote this down, and noticed that I now wanted to kill Duke a little less.
- Jack's Diary

Monday, July 8, 2013
Day 12, July 8th 2013 - Her First Kill.
By IM9:18 PMapocalypse, brother, camp, craze, cutter, food, infections, invade, kill, little girl, molotov, my journal, my survival story, running away, sister, survival story, survive, teamwork, trapped, zombies
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