ARTSY WEDNESDAY!

Hai all, welcome back to another day of ARTSY WEDNESDAY. There will be crapload of pictures that I found in the previous week that I will share with you guys. Yes it's all about apocalyptic shit, and all that good stuff for you hardcore fans of infecteds and zombies :D

First up we got

 

This is what you call a sexiness you can't handle ;)

Second we have

 

Signs! You have to know the signs!!

Then we have this 

 

 Whoever drew that, he's/she's pretty godamn talented!

That's it guys for today, and as always, protect your brains.

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Mike's Diary, Day 64 - The Struggle

           I was awoken from my sleep this morning to bird-calls. I looked to my right, Julie was still sleeping and tied to the tree. I woke her up
           "Good morning Julie." I said to her
           "Morning. Don't we need to go back to base?"
           "Yeah, I'll walk you, then I'll go off on my way again."
           "Why?" She asked
           "The base needs some supplies."
           "4 eyes are better than 1. I'm not leaving you."
I looked at her and nodded. We untied ourselves, and we proceed our way down the tree. I packed the rope, so did Julie. I led the way into the suburbs with her, for the whole trip it was quite, until there's a horde. I could see from a distant that the stores are near, but there were too many craze around. It was too dangerous. I ducked down, and told Julie to do so too. We sneaked around the horde, through a small alley way. There was only one door, but it's locked. Julie poked me from the back
            "Mike, are you sure we're safe?"
            "As long as we don't make a loud noise." I responded
I tried to break the lock open, but it was almost impossible without beating it with my crowbar. Instead, I decided to distract the horde first.
            "Here Mike, boost me up." Julie whispered to me.
            "What? Why?"
            "So I can distract them. I'm going to throw something to the other direction so you can open the                     door."
             "Are you sure you wanna do this?" I asked.
             "Yes, hurry." She answered. I boosted her up the wall, and I ducked back down.
             "Be careful." I said
             "Huh, when am I not?"
She got up to the roof and threw bottles in the other direction. The horde followed. Once Julie gave a a signal, I started beating on the lock. I struggled, but eventually I opened the door. I told Julie to come down, I pushed a garbage bin towards the wall so she could step down and get off of the roof, when I was about to go in, Julie yelled.
             "Mike! Behind you!" I looked back, and the craze was already on top of me.I held it's had with my strength, using one hand, and using the other to grab my knife from my back pocket, but before I did so, Julie was already on its back and stabbing it's head and neck with her shank.
              "Should've stayed up the roof." I said
              "You almost got your ass eaten." She responded with attitude. Now that her scream has alerted the horde, they were rushing towards us, screaming. I went inside the room with Julie, closed the door and blocked it with whatever heavy furniture that the house had.We were panicking, Julie and I were trying to figure a way out when I remembered that I still have those molotovs. However, there's no chance for me to use it since we were surrounded by the horde. I looked at Julie
              "There's only one way." I said
              "I'm not leaving you."
              "No. I'm leaving you." I said again. I gave my uzi to her, and extra ammo.
              "You must wait here. I'll take the molotovs with me and distract them. I'll come back for you." I said.
              "You know I only have one hand right?" Julie said while smiling at me
              "Yeah, I'll come back." I chucked with her. I walked towards the window, took a double take on Julie, then she said something.
              "Mike, be careful." I think she was about to cry, I nodded. I opened the window, went outside and told Julie to lock the window again. I ran while screaming to lure the horde. Man, they were fast. I ran for at least 10 minutes, and they were still following me. I looked back, and I threw my first molotov. BOOM, set them in flames. I continued running, just to encountered more of them. I decided  to go inside a building and threw my last molotov, and I disappeared from the horde's sight. I went to the second building, the house which Julie is in is visible from my floor, and I could see Julie from there. I went outside to the roof in the evening trying to signal here that I was fine, but she didn't notice me. There were only five craze left downstairs (approximately). If I could be stealth enough, I could kill them and get out of here as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I started to make my way downstairs, every step was my chance of survival. I ducked down once I got to the bottom floor. It's weird, in the evening, some of them just stood there, especially when there's no light. They looked like someone who stand sleeping. I approached the first craze near the stairs, stabbed it right in the head twice with my knife, and the rest didn't react. I was confused for a second, maybe there are different species of mutants? I don't know. I didn't take any chances. I opened the door and ran back to where Julie is. Once I arrived, I could see that she was ready with the uzi. I knocked on the window, and Julie opened it. This night, I covered all windows with wooden planks, right before I write this journal. I also told Julie that I was on the north east building, and that I could see her from there, but her respond was
               "Of course I didn't see, I was trying my best to not get distracted. I want to live."
We didn't eat at all today, the hunger overcame me as I write, that's why I'm going to sleep now, and scavange more stuff tomorrow. We didn't even get the chance to look what goods does this house have.

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Mike's Diary - Day 38th Just Another Day in Paradise

            After that long journey that we had to make yesterday, we were exhausted (mentally and physically). I ended up staying at the base, it doesn't feel so good just staying in this small, dirty, dusty room with cracked windows that are covered by wooden boards. I want to help the others, but my body is telling me not to.

            I get up out of my bed staggering, my whole body is shaking. I walk outside into a hallway covered with gray walls, dull, and dead, and I put much effort to go to Jack's room and see how he's doing. He was still asleep so I just left a note for him on his nightstand beside the mini lamp. "I'm sorry for making you promise something that's almost impossible. I just care a lot about Lexi and I didn't want her or you to get hurt. Thank you, go get some rest and keep the area safe, we're running out of supplies so I figured on going alone, hence we need more people to help out with base and our barricades. Go meet my brother Moses, he'll tell you what to do. One more thing, don't tell Lexi that I'm going alone, I don't want her to be in any danger. - Mike"

            I walk then to Lexi's room and she's not in it, then I heard footsteps in the hallway. It's Jess, she was just wanted to tell me that Lexi is going to the barn with the other kids, so I left. I took a dagger with me, a water bottle, backpack, a handgun with a suppressor attached to it, and a spare clothing. I went with Madison (my favourite horse of all in the barn) and off I go to scavenge for more supplies. There is something odd today, the road is really quite, no signs of craze, the wind breeze blows across my face, when suddenly I see fire burning down a building (how? I thought to myself). I rush towards it, and I saw an old guy trying to get away from the craze. As I approached him, he sees me and asks for help, so I did. 

            After the perimeter was clear, I pointed my gun at this guy, and asked

"Did you get bite?"

"No" he said, "I swear to my mother's grave."

"Tell me your story!" I demanded

"I got separated from the group" (who would've thought. I think to myself ), then he continued "I swear, do you have a base? Mind if I join your group?"

"You do anything stupid, this gun will be up your mouth. Yes I do have a group, what does that mean? more stomach to feed since I just met another survivor few days ago."

"What's his name?" he asked

"Why do you care?"

"Jack."

"You know him? Well this about to get real interesting. I'll ask Jack who you really are, I don't believe you truly yet." I said.

            We took off then with Madison back to our camp, everything went very smoothly when suddenly the road that was empty now is blocked by tons of craze. I tried going around and it didn't work, and I started to worry. I tried to distract them and so I could find alternate alley ways, they were also blocked. I'm going to be out of base for a night, I hope they won't worry too much about me. I took a long way down town with this guy, his name is Keral, and we made a camp.

"Let's go back to base tomorrow" I said

"No need to hurry, your name?"

"Michael. I go with Mike." 

"So how many of you are in that base?"

"You'll see it tomorrow. Now we have to go on a shift, 4 hours sleep, 4 hours guard."

"I'll guard first." He said

I didn't say anything, half of my heart is doubting it but half is saying that I should get some rest, so I decided to take a rest for 4 hours. I just hope people at base don't try to find me, I don't want them to worry too much especially my brother and Lexi.

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Jack's Diary - Day 3, September 18th 2013

     Even when it's completely quiet, there's no peace to be found when you're out in the open. At any moment, that silence can change and with that sudden ripple of sound, you're life is now at an even greater risk for being lost, whether you made the noise or something else did. I watched from a distance as these situations transpired, usually involving stupid and panicked survivors. Now, I know better than to mindlessly daydream on the unsuspecting field of battle.
     I expected to see a lot more abandoned cars and objects on the highway than I had. Most of them were wrecked, dirty, and looted for parts. There was hardly any movement at all: no animals of any kind and no lost souls. At least, that's what it started out as. In the distance, I saw a few on a highway bridge. I couldn't resist. I lured them close to the side and knocked them off the bridge, one by one. I could only watch the last one fall since the rest began to make their way to me after hearing their "brother" get hit with my club. I didn't find any enjoyment in it, as much as I had hoped to. I kill for the sake of killing, merely to pass the time.
     Passed the bridge near an exit off the highway, I spotted signs of a camp: a long since burnt out fire pit and a few logs and lawn chairs to sit on. Nothing too significant. Suddenly, my ear caught a sinister and weak groaning. I decided to cautiously check it out and was met with a most unexpected sight: a pit filled with lost souls. There were at least 14 of them, with many more on the ground, unresponsive. The pit was about 8 feet deep, completely flat with the corners dug out. In the center of the pit was a tall, thick wooden rectangular pole with a rope hanging from it and from that rope hung a body. From the looks of it, the body had no signs of change other than rot so it died as a human. There were also many cuts and lacerations on the body. I determined, although, this is just a guess, that this pit was dug for the purpose of collecting or trapping lost souls and that the body (whether it was alive when it was first hung is debatable) was meant to be used as bait to draw them in. As long as you didn't fall in, these things couldn't touch you so I could've walked away, but I didn't. I went back to the highway, found a small gas tank in the back of a pick up truck, siphoned as much gas from the vehicles as was left, went back to the pit, yelled out to the monsters to gather them into one spot, and doused them with gas. I lit a match and set them a blaze and watched as they walked about, some being more aware of the flames than others. I stayed until each of them burned to the ground. The "green" people always talked about the fact that humans leave a carbon footprint or a record of all the waste they've attributed to the Earth. I think of my actions as one in the same: I'm ridding the world of these things before the time that I become one myself.
     To the pass the time, I looked around a little more and to my surprise, saw a small wooden fort in a near-by tree. This surprised me because of how well it was hidden. Had I not been actively looking, I would have never seen it. It looked like something used in hunting a long while back. I climbed up it and found a few useful object like binoculars, a slingshot, and a machete. I already had one machete, but you know what they say: better safe than dead!
     As the fires burnt down to smoldering ash, I left without a single taste of satisfaction. I followed the exit ramp off the highway until I came upon a town. I decided to search the town, but I had no idea what I was looking for; I had sufficient food and water and the equipment I needed. I suppose I was just wandering around. In the distance, I thought I saw some movement. After three seconds, it gained in size and right then I knew that my life was at stake: it was a charging group of lost souls. I broke out the nearest window of a house and jumped through, toppling a tall cabinet over to barricade the now exposed window. I locked the door and rushed up the steps and opened the second door on the left and locked it behind me, barricading myself in there as well. There wasn't any time to check whether or not the backdoor was locked or to see if there was a backdoor. I could hear the pounding on the walls, the shaking of the house, and them rushing around on the ground floor looking for me. I don't know why they all did that. It was the same thing with the Hill. It's not normal behavior or at least what I am used to. Well, I figured that this gave me time to write. They might get to me soon so I should probably write fast. I'm not afraid to die.

- Jack's Diary

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