Mike's diary Day 65 - Two Fuckers, We're Being Watched.

          I woke up beside Julie this morning, I saw her yawned
          "Good morning." She said. I smiled and looked at her 'hand'.
          "Do you wanna anything on that?" I asked.
          "Yes, anything would be good."
          "Knife?"
          "Sure"
          "Okay, we will get you patched up once we get back to base." I said to her.

I got up and checked the surroundings, while Julie was looting for some supplies. That morning was very sunny, breezy, all I could see UT the window was a torn flag waving in mid air, unfinished construction buildings, and some craze. Once Julie was done, I told her that we are going to a hospital near by to loot some medicine and other important stuff that we might be able to take.

            I walked outside with my iron sight aimed down, I checked if the coast is clear, and I signaled Julie to follow right behind me. We turned left back to the ally way, proceeded our way through, and turned left on the second house. The road was empty so I decided to me a run across. We did, I could see the hospital building clear from where we were at, and I couldn't wait to see what's inside. For another 35 minutes walk, we arrived on our destination. We went inside, not too many craze so far, so Julie and I handled it though sweat. We started looting the stuff, first aid kit, alcohol, bandage, painkillers, and many more. I then proceeded my way to the emergency room, and I opened the door, I was greeted by two guys. Yup, they're all dead now. I talked my way out.
             "Remember us?" One of them said
             "Nope, not a bit."
             "You destroyed our base."
             "Oh, the Valors?" I asked while taking few glances behind them.
             "Where is the girl?" The other asked
             "Or we'll kill you."
             "Oh you mean that one?" I gestured with my head to look back when Julie stabbed the guy repeatedly in the neck. I took my gun and fired at the other before he could slash Julie's other hand off. Once the gun fire went off, all I could hear was craze's scream and footsteps.
              "C'mon we gotta run." I said.
We ran away from the kitchen, trying to get out of the hospital, but we were blocked by a horde. We decided to find another way, but with no luck, we found dead ends. Our last hope was upstairs. I led the way, I pushed our way up and slashed some heads off along the way. We were terrified, I almost peed in my pants. We found a  door, I breached it open, waited for Julie to come, and closed it. I held the door with all my strength from the craze who were trying to get a piece of us. I quickly told Julie to find a metal to use the door. After a struggle, she found it, but it wasn't strong enough, so I decided to jam the door with anything we could find. We found chairs, sofas, and tables. Great, we're stuck now. Julie was breathing heavily, but was still able to throw out a smile or two. The sky is turning orange, it's getting dark, and we're stuck on the roof. Julie and I have to think of something tomorrow if we still wanna live for another day. In the other hand, I am worry that the other back at base are looking for us (well obviously). I hope everyone is still in one piece by the time we got back, especially Jack. One more thing, I hope the valors don't find their way to our base before we got back. They probably did, if they didn't, how the fuck did they know we were going to the hospital? Even more odd when they said
                  "Remember us?"

As if they were expecting our presence in the building. I am pretty sure, everyone (even the ones in our base) is being watched. Is it possible that they have an inside men, or women? I'm going to stop writing right here because Julie is telling me to eat.

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Jack's Diary - Day 15, September 30th 2013

     Nightfall came upon me like a suffocating blanket. I've grown used to it by now, but it's usually never good for darkness to visit when there's danger so close. After I'd finished writing and preparing medical herbs, I watched the moon become brighter and as it floated across the sky. It was pretty apparent to me after enough time waiting up there that none of them were going to find their way to the roof so why not enjoy the view.
     Once the noise inside the hardware store died down, I jumped off the roof onto a nearby dumpster and headed for the exit in a relatively calm manner. If I ran, they'd probably chase me. Into the gaping abyss that is darkness, I walked, knowing what direction to place put my next step only by the yellow stripes painted on the streets. My younger self would've had his nerves exposed, letting any bump or breeze daze and throw his mind into a silent panic. Now, however, I don't fear what I cannot see. I hate what alludes my eyes and will gladly stab anything that attempts to use this treacherous shroud to kill. As I followed the road, I could tell I was at least on the outskirts of the central part of the town by the amount of moonlight I could see. Sometimes, the taller buildings would block it.
     Do you think I'm writing better now? I read back over what I wrote before and it sounds so much better. In my mind is this peaceful feeling, loitering longer than previous fleeting moments of appeal. Perhaps it is because I am safely five stories above the ground floor on another roof. Perhaps I'm going crazy. Or perhaps it is the afterglow of a successful battle.
     As I continued to walk along, I realized I was on a back roadway. There were a few houses every so often on the side of the road with trees on both sides creating more darkness. There were a few soulless walking and standing about, but they didn't bother me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I kept seeing something move. When I'd turn to get a look at it, it was gone. I could hear careful, but quick movements close by. It was at that moment I knew I was being hunted. I then realized my stupidity of not bringing a flashlight. I kept my hand on the trigger of the sawed-off shotgun I had and the other hand on my other machete. I constantly heard and saw the same sights and sounds over and over again. I felt my age slipping away from me as I noticed the palms of my hands were sweaty.  This cycle continued as I walked along, but slowly dissipated to silence as the dawn threw its rays into my eyes. I survived the night, but it was still pretty dark out. The pattern of trees on both sides eventually stopped and left me with a large rolling field on both sides showing the way to the next town. The fields were covered with some type of flower or wheat, much like the field of poppies from the Wizard of Oz. I made sure to stay on the road in case anything was hiding among the tall plants and I would be proven correct. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the plants on the left side swaying back and forth, as if something was moving through them. It weaved its way slowly to my location while staying hidden in the brush. I took out my sawed-off in one hand and my machete in another, just like I had expected to do before. As it was only two steps away from stepping into the road, it stopped. It slowly moved over to the left then suddenly, jumped to the right and jumped straight at me. I managed to shoot it in the chest with the sawed-off, but I had to dive out of the because its body was still coming at me. From the brief glimpse I saw of it, it was thin, but very large in height, skeletal, and had broad, almost flat arms. It was a disgusting brown and wore no clothes at all. The eyes, as for what I could tell, were completely black. The wound I inflicted wasn't enough to stop it, since when I looked back, it was gone. No sooner, did I standup, the thing burst through the brush on the right side, forcing me to duck. It slid on the road upon landing, and was just about ready to charge again when I shot it with another round from the sawed-off, knocking it back into the brush. It began moving through the brush again, making a semicircle before coming back. There wasn't enough time to reload the sawed-off so I readied my spear (at the time, this was my only idea so I'm glad it worked). As it jumped out of the brush, I stabbed it with the spear as I slid forward, causing it to go through and for it to completely miss me. It landed with the spear still in it. Luckily, the spear prevented it from moving correctly, giving me enough time to load up the sawed-off. It charged again and I shot it, ducking as I did before. After every attack, it got slower, probably due to injury and fatigue. After the fourth round from the sawed off, it stumbled out into the street with the spear still in it. I reloaded the sawed-off since it was far off. It charged at me out in the open. At this point, I figured this was its last ditch effort. I dual wielded my nail guns and shot it as it jogged toward me. As it was about to come within point blank range, I dropped the nail guns and readied the sawed-off, shooting it in the head and making it fall backwards. It didn't get up this time. One more point blank shot to the head cleared all questions as to whether it was still alive. Now that it was lifeless, I took a closer look at it. To me, it looked too perfect. Don't get me wrong, it was completely hideous, but the body design was beyond what a normal human would look like, as if this thing was crafted to look like this.
     After the fight, I left for the town with the morning clearly upon me. The image of that thing's blown in skull stay in my mind a while after. I left the spear in the beast. It was covered it blood and I don't have the time to properly clean the entire thing. I left that fight without a scratch on me, which I found so hard to comprehend. Maybe that's why I'm so happy.

- Jack's Diary

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Jack's Diary - Day 13, September 28th 2013

     The time no longer matters to the world unless you have plans to meet someone. I haven't looked at a clock in years, only at the sky. When it is day, you work and when it's night, you sleep, pray, or work cautiously. I spent entire day and night making my way to the next town, moving out of the forest, onto a long stretch of road, dodging and killing soulless when necessary. I finally made it to a small town called Duck: how imaginative! Along the way, I picked up some plants that I came across that I recognized as food or medicative so I'll have something to do in case I get trapped for a time.
     The town had an average number of soulless walking about in a tranquil state as I walked among them. It's strange in how some places have soulless who will attack on sight and others places have soulless who wander about like medicated morons. Still, I didn't let my guard down. I hardly ever did. Other than the five fast food restaurants, two shopping centers, car wash, and electronic store, there was   a hardware store with a name I couldn't read due to the fading of the sign. The only clues that hinted at its purpose were the large hammer and saw paintings on the outside wall.
     I wanted to better prepare myself for the future since up until recently, I'd been gambling with death and for some fateful reason, had been on a winning streak. It only takes one scratch or bite to lose yourself. With the equipment inside, I made a spear using one of my machetes and a wooden pole with a hole at the other end (I drilled the hole in case I wanted to tie some strong twine through it so I could throw the spear from a distance and pull it back), two nail guns with laser pointers for better aim, a taser made from a disposable camera, a small makeshift hatchet made out of large hammer and a flat blade screwdriver, and a pair of bolt cutters. I also took a few other small things with me like nails and paper clips. I might have tried to made a few small bombs had I not heard the windows being broken in. The soulless were suddenly aggravated now, their mood changing just like the ones back in the other town. I found another door in the back, but I heard violent pounding on it. I looked around for another exit or somewhere to hide or make a last stand against them. Luckily, I found a small office room with the windows smashed in. I entered it, locked the door (stupid, I know), I closed the drapes, and leaned the desk and bookshelf against the window wall. There wasn't much else in the room so I knew they'd easily break through so I looked around for something that could aid me in anyway. I noticed that the ceiling was comprised of large loose tiles, meaning that there was likely empty space above it. The soulless had just about created enough space in the window opening to get through when I jumped on top of the chair, knocked out one of the tiles and went up into ceiling. There were pipes and other large machines up here to walk on and/or crawl across as the soulless below piled onto of one another to reach me. A few managed to break through the tiles, but I shot them in the head with one of the nail guns, instantly stopping them. I followed the systems of pipes and machines which led into another area outside the confining walls of the rooms. In this section, I found a small opening to enter through, which I now believe was a crawl space, possibly created when the store was first built for storage or for easier access to the store ceiling. Not much was up here, but I did find a hatch that led to the roof. I used the bolt cutters on the lock and break open the hatch. Now, I'm sitting on the opposite end of the roof, watching the hatch in case I should receive a visitor. In the meantime, I began eating/preparing the plants I gathered and afterwards, took to writing this all down.

- Jack's Diary

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