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I can't believe Gaia is still up. More unbelievable than my years of paranoia of this happening would actually happen. And even more unbelievable that I wasn't even slightly prepared. I made this thread in hopes that at least one of you is out there still.

If you're wondering about me, I'm doing okay. It happened in the night here - and unluckily for me I was on one of my midnight walks. One of those ******** tried to get me, I'm not the fastest runner but when you have an undead Indian trying to eat you, it's not very hard to go from a cripple to an Olympic runner from all that adrenalin.

I managed to hide in the YMCA (yes, people were around in the middle of the goddamn night there) It was just me, a janitor (I can't recall his name), and an older dude (We just call him Mr. Baker) who worked there. Mr. Baker was more than paranoid for all three of us - think he was in Vietnam, but he won't say. We had a TV there on the news for most of the night in the men's locker room. The janitor dude didn't stick around, he said something about a family. Don't know, haven't heard from him. Poor b*****d should have stayed.

By the next day, there was a lot more of those ********. Both Mr. Baker and me knew we wouldn't last with all the food in the cafeteria, so we decided to go out and look for canned foods and such, maybe people and hell - home depo to get some crap to barricade it. The old dude managed to get us in one of the school buses. I would have gone with him to help out, but I had people to try and help you know? I went home, and found no one at all. They took the van though, guess they managed to get on the road, wish them the best. I mean, they kind of suck for just going without even thinking about me, but you know what? ******** them...

...Sure wish I could have seen that fine a** heina one more time though! @_@ Lol, photobucket's still up, I managed to find this old picture on it. I must admit, I was kind of hoping for something like that, you know? And damn did I like her - you know what? Shes provably dead by now, I shouldn't waste time on that.

Anyway, I couldn't find anyone, should have gone with Mr. Baker because damn was it creepy. I mean, I'm used to the town being alone when I walk around at night, but at day? I headed back to the Y and spent the rest of the day moving furniture and crap to block the windows. They're high enough to where only someone really ******** tall would manage to reach, and narrow enough so it would take one hell of a twig to squeeze in, but you can never be to sure - and all those doors, did keep the back one less secure for Mr. Baker. When he got back he brought someone with him, some woman named Lesley he found at Sam's Club, she worked there or some crap.

We spent most of the next few days just looting crap, for survival you know? Alright, not all survival, I stole the laptop I'm typing this all in along with enough batteries to last me a few months - managed to get a connection with one of those satellite things. Man, I enjoyed the s**t I took. I was raised poor after all, so having so much nice s**t is like a dream. So far, we looted a lot of the Sam's Club, the Cabelas (for guns mostly) a few gun stores Mr. Baker knew of, and of course my personal favorite - Bestbuy. Okay, so I kind of sneaked from the two to go there. But I got myself this laptop and so much anime!

I'm not the smartest bulb around, so I'm not sure how we have electricity, Mr. Baker makes sure all that crap goes well. Reminds me, damn he's a good shot he always gets them between the eyes. Kind of scares the hell out of me - wouldn't want to piss him off. Hell, he's the only reason I managed to stay alive for two whole ******** weeks. He keeps saving my a**. Kind of like if he was the White Death only mixed with Chuck Norris. Though, I should just stay out of the way from every trip to look for survivors I'm really no use compared to them two. Would be more useful if I just stayed behind and organized the canned food by name...

It's just the three of us, we rarely see any zombies around - not sure where all these zombie ******** are, but they're sure not in this part of town. If anyone's ever in the area, drop by, we can provide enough food, shelter, entertainment... Of course, you have to 'work' your part, we always take shifts here, I don't know who's idea was to have two damn glass doors, but a few days ago one of them broke down from one of those fast ********. And the food we got from home depo sure as hell won't do much. Not much work, but you know if one of them gets in while we're sleeping we're kind of screwed royally.

I'm an awful shot, but practice makes perfect. Even that Lesley chick is better with a gun than me, but she said she used to do a lot of hunting, and I'm just some Mexican kid - seriously, my people fail at drive-bys. Still, every time I managed to shoot one on the head, I can't help but to feel bad. They used to be people... For ******** sake, I had to kill a kid! How can I live with myself-

Oh who am I kidding? I'm having fun!

PS- I hope we find a chick survivor or something - if I can be picky a brunette with big brown eyes! Don't get me wrong, that Lesley girl's easy on the eyes... just yeah, no fat chicks.

Dammit Kail! How the hell are you alive? Oh it's good to hear from you. Funny though - we both thought we wouldn't last over a week and look at us now! Glad to hear you aren't dead yet! Though, from what I know about zombies - don't have sex with them, you'll turn into one. Not saying you would do something like that, but it couldn't help to know.

Last night we woke up from the sound of gunfire. Don't get any ideas - We sleep on the roof on warmer nights in a tent we looted from Cabelas. It's safer to do that then to actually sleep in the building unless it's to cold out, wouldn't want to wake up with a ******** over you. Anyway, we grabbed our weapons and went down, she has some awesome hunting rifle, I use a (not kidding here) crowbar. I kind of suck with guns to the point where I knew it would be a waste of ammo to use one.

Anyway, we got to the first floor, everything looked normal, besides you know; Mr. Baker's brains being everywhere. Turns out they looted a liquor store earlier, and he obviously got pissed out drunk during his watch. Plus, you kind of don't mix an old mental vet in an apocalypse with alcohol and a gun all alone. I think my morbid humor seems to get on Lesley's nerves. Since I said what anyone would say in that situation; "This is one STICKY situation!" Since you know, there was Baker brain all over the place. She didn't find it funny one bit. So we lost our Chuck Norris: White Death edition, who I pretty much owe my life to, but life goes on. For me anyway, not for him obviously. To add to how bad losing him is I can't drive and she can't drive to well. We're screwed mobility-wise and to top it off, that gunfire sure as hell lured quite a few of them around. Wouldn't be a problem if they weren't the fast ********.

They got through the glass doors awfully quick and during the time they were trying to break through our barricades we decided to cheese-it and fill up the bus on the back with as much supplies as we could (yes, I got yelled at for bringing the laptop) We only managed to take a few of the important crap and poorly made our escape (b***h is such a bad driver that she ran someone over - I mean, they where already dead, but that doesn't make her any less of a bad driver) We drove off into the sunset (literally, we headed east for a bit when the sun rose) And she told me a few things I didn't know;

My city was evacuated. Yeah, the moment s**t went down they put an emergency evacuation, a lot of people headed for the other cities around (less population) and some to the heavily populated one (think hey, it's safer if there's more people to help) I didn't hear of this and she instead went on to looting (which made me think this chick's not half-bad), but it makes sense as to why we lack in number...

I thought my YMCA was a perfect hideout, but the only two weaknesses made the whole place useless in the end. We would have stayed and fought for our 'fortress' but if they got that easily in that quickly, it wouldn't have been worth it. Maybe if we can find more people and a truck or something to move a huge ******** bolder on the doors it would be perfect. That made the church also a crappy idea. Still, we thought of a decent one - the high school. Built almost as strong as both of them, and people are so paranoid that the school is crawling with cameras in the inside, if there's electricity it would be perfect. the only flaw is by the cafeteria there's a lot of windows.

Either way, we headed there, everything was locked - did notice there was those cafeteria benches covering the windows. We managed to pull up one of the garage like doors on the GYM and got the bus in there, good thing those ******** aren't smart enough to do that, right? The inside was freaky though, a lot of blood on the floor and walls, no bodies or anything, but still freaky as ********. Jackpot though, we ran into four survivors (three and a half now anyway) since we were startled I bashed one.

Guess who? It's that janitor dude from before. Turns out his name's Joe (he's still out cold by the way, don't worry I didn't kill him!) and his girlfriend Mary (b***h is pissed at me) She said they ran here from being chased and kind of held out here trapped (our gunfire made them leave to the YMCA - they were here for WEEKS) inside they found Carl (I just call him generic black-man in his 20s) and Steven (I just call him generic white-man in his 20s) they were the ones that got rid of the zombies inside with whatever they could find.

So now it's the six of us, but we only have weapons for three of us (I'm sticking to my crowbar) and since the food has to be split between all of us (they already ate quite a bit, but they didn't have much food), it means we have less supplies. We're safe in here for the most part, but we're planing to see if we can armor up the school bus with s**t we can find and try to head back to get the rest of the stuff we couldn't take from the YMCA. We'll spend the rest of the day doing that, and try to head out tomorrow - though by the sounds of it, I'm sticking around here. I should go get to work, I said I had to take a piss and instead got on the laptop to check this up.

PS, okay, so Carl and Steven are going. Both of them say they have a lot of experience with guns, not to surprised. Little towns like this tend to have a lot of people who go hunting. Anyway - I don't think Carl's coming back. I'd rather not tell him but you know how horror movies work, and this is the same, only real. So it counts even more!

Kail, what happened to your friends? Your girlfriend? I'm not sure if you should try finding them or anything - since if they turned you'd provably do a wuss move and hesitate.

I just love how this is all going down. Seriously, people like me who could care less about human life are having the best time of their life right now.

Oh and you know how I said a few ago about Carl and Steven? Guess who came back? Carl. Not even kidding, Steven had to be a hero and got himself killed. The bus is n awful shape and none of us are any good with fixing this kind of crap, so we're trying to wing it. Oh and Joe woke up. He's doing alright for someone who got hit by a crowbar right on the goddamn head. Which reminds me, I've been spending every day practicing with this thing, really if I couldn't even kill Joe then I sure as hell can't kill a zombie yet. Not only that, but I've been getting better at picking locks - you never know when you might need it, to much time on my hand.

As for the bite thing, they learned the hard way. Turns out Carl got himself bit - I knew what would happen and told them, but no, they wanted to make sure about it! So we locked him in one of the classrooms for the night, when we went to check if he was still human the next day, he almost got me. Long story short, I don't have a weak stomach, but when you remove a crowbar from someone's eye and clean up all that crap you kind of feel like throwing up.

We're just going to spend the next few here and making sure every thing's completely sealed up. We're thinking about seeing if there's a way to get on the roof, and steal some supplies to grow our own food. We may have enough canned food to last well over the winter, but if we rely on it to much we'll run out sometime next year - so come around spring time we'll start growing our own crap (we haven't looted every place dry, we don' have all the room to do that in just a bus)

You know that Lesley b***h? She's greedy as hell. She convinced the two that we should loot the Mall. The goddamn mall which is provably the most crowded place in this city normally, our best place to find survivors though, but I sure as hell don't want to risk my a**, who knows how many zombies could roam in there? Well it turns out they're all greedy. But then again, we have a TV in here, could use an Xbox or something from the Gamestop in there, hell I'll get myself a DS after all! Plus, I would like to look through Hot Topic for once, I never go in because of the sheer faggotry that the people in there emit.

Not going in there with just a crowbar, I'll be taking Mr. Baker's 12-gauge shotgun and his semi-automatic pistol, yeah the old man kept them in the YMCA along with an old Winchester. Still have a bad feeling about this you know? I sure as hell can't drive, so if something happens to them I'm ********. I plan to stay in the front though, since you know - I'm a big guy with a goddamn shotgun, might as well.

My crowbar arm is worn out from practicing with that damn thing, that's why I'm switching to something that even if I miss, I hit something for a while.

A little piece of advice man, never hesitate alright? On our last trip out on foot to see if we could take another vehicle to replace the school bus, Mary couldn't pull the trigger on a kid and almost got herself chewed up. Think I'll try stealing an armored truck they have by the bank alone sometime tonight - I know those ******** don't sleep, but I doubt they're so used to the dark compared to me, so their vision will be more impaired than mine at night you know?

(Lool)

ProTip: Never go into a Mall.

So, I managed to get us that armored van (been practicing picklocking more then just normal doors) Driving wasn't THAT hard, TV tells you how to do it much better than anyone ever could, sure I nearly crashed like 50 times getting back, but hey I got the job done - wasn't many zeds either, but now my arm's been hurting like hell. I was thinking with my pockets and got convinced to go to the Mall, all four of us did. We used my awesome picklocking skill to get in from one of the doors they use to bring in like, stuff from trucks. There was honestly NO ONE there.

Because it was the part of the mall you don't normally go in. It was empty and safe by the looks of it, so we split up. Joe and Mary went to the Bath, Body and Beyond and the places by it, Lesley said she was going to the book-store for some Yaoi (I'm not kidding here, I'm starting to enjoy her existence tbh, and yes they sell Manga in that bookstore, it's awesome) and me being a f** went to the Pet Store. All of the fish and smaller animals were dead. Man, I thought I felt bad about killing what used to be people - but seeing those poor animals dead made me pretty down, you know?

As for the bigger pets, the glass that was normally there was broken for almost all of them, blood like.. everywhere, biggest tip to get the ******** out of there. There was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi puppy though, it was alive and awfully scared, looked like it didn't eat the whole time, so really ******** skinny. I got him out of there, put a collar and grabbed some doggie stuff, fed him as many treats the store had and carried him out to find everyone else. Named him Ein, since he does look like the dog from Cowboy Bebop. Anyway, the store had one of those things for little dogs, like a carrier, I put him in there with some of his doggie stuff, the rest got put into my side bag.

Anyway, I went to find the bookstore, to you know, get some reading material (the school library is good and all, but I want to read some manga!) On the way, I found this clothing store and got some nice leather stuff (gloves and a jacket) and these really long boots, like the kind goth people wear... I thought I looked good. And let me tell you this, it saves my life later. Next to the bookstore is a medieval-looking stuff store. You know, like display armors and swords. Yeah I saw someone there, they were hunched behind the counter and I tried to help and reached out to him, turned out to be a ******** zed man, eating a goddamn cat! Ein started barking like hell.

THE ******** ZED BIT MY HAND.

The leather gloves made it so it didn't even hurt me, I ******** LOVE THESE GLOVES. I would honestly be one of them if it wasn't for putting these things on. I grabbed my pistol and got him of course, but the noise really echoed you know? After that, I heard Mary scream and s**t hit the fan quick. I got all battle ready and crap, put some of that armor in the store on. Like the recreational chain-mail crap, yeah that and.. A ******** VIKING HELMET. It wasn't made of you know real crap, but damn it was lolsworthy!

Anyway, when I got out of the store, Joe and Mary ran right past me, though Mary stopped for a second. I could see fear in their eyes, and could tell they thought I looked retarded. So I look to see what they're running from... a huge damn mob, hundreds maybe. Lesley wasn't around, so I handed Mary the pup and pulled a hero move. Because - the b***h had the keys to the truck, none of us know how to hot-wire one.

Long story short here; Got her out of the book store, got bit like 5 times (didn't get past the leather or chain-mail) got bit on my ankle by a sneaky b*****d on the floor (the boots saved my a** here) and got us the hell to the truck. Yes, I literally blasted my way through them and there was still pretty much an ocean of those ********, if I got bit in the face, I wouldn't be around. All in all, I'm stunned we're alive. Especially me. They all thought I looked goofy, but hey I saved the b***h with the keys, so they ******** owe me.

That's why they're letting me keep the dog. And this outfit is now my official outdoors outfit, though I'll wear the chain-mail under the leather but you know, I didn't have enough time to change. One huge problem though; we forgot to close that door I picklocked earlier, if they find a way through there then we're ******** outside as it is pretty much releasing a huge swarm of them. Still, I feel like a hero. I really aching and ******** up hero, but at least nothing broke the skin, just bruises at the bites - I'm just going to take it easy with Ein for a while.

PS, you know how you said my towel would be useless in a zombie apocalypse even though it's the most useful object for an interstellar hitchhiker? So far it has;

-Cleaned up brains
-Gotten blood off me
-Gotten sweat off me
-Been used as a scarf
-Used as a blanket
-Used as a bed
-SNAPPED A ******** ZOMBIE NECK (they can't move right if their body if their neck isn't connected to the rest of their body - looks funny they just move around aimlessly)
-Cleaned up blood
-Cleaned my crowbar
-Molested Lesley (or so I like to pretend)
-Covered my mouth and didn't let me inhale smoke from a fire (turns out lighting zombies just makes pissed off fire zombies until they melt)
-Kept me cool when wet
-Dried me and Ein off
-Used as a chew toy for Ein
-Been used with an ice-pack on my aching arm

Zach? Zach?!!? You’re alive!!! I was wondering what happened since you weren’t at your house, but I figured you’d be alright since you have a god dammed Armory. XD


We’re still heading to St. Louis, so keep pushing forward for now. We probably won’t be there for another two days, since we’ve had to do a few things like stop for food, gas, fix the car…
(Ben has had experience with repairing cars.)



I had a ******** close call today. So, after reading about how Bombi got himself some new clothing, I figured I looked pretty lame in my old Blue Jacket….so me and Ben decided to check out a Kohl’s store. Im not going to look for anything like chain mail or anything like that, but I would still like something else to wear.


So we got inside….just as we predicted, the place had quite a few inside. The both of us together probably did in about 25, but I wasn’t keeping count.

I found myself a Black Jacket that was less bulky and huge-looking on me then my last jacket, but the material was not any thinner. I still don’t think either will protect me if one tries to bite me, but I don’t know what really would. (And Im certain Kohl's doesn't sell Chainmail armor. >.>'')

Along with the Jacket, I found myself a shoulder-pack, great for storing things like food or ammunition, and even had a great spot for my laptop inside it! I love this pack. <3

What else….well, I got some new jeans. My old ones were starting to wear out with all this traveling, and I had a hole in the knee. The new Jeans I got were black instead of blue, so now I had myself a black-theme going. Really predictable of me to do this, to be honest. XD

I also found a scarf! My face has been freezing off since this whole thing started, and it’s killing me. Im not used to the cold and wind; I really hate it. This was a Dark Blue scarf, which I fitted around my ears to keep them from freezing off. What a relief!!!
I also can cover my lower face with it if the cold is REALLY bothering me, but for the most part, I just keep my ears covered while the front drapes down below my neck.

And well, of course I also got some boots. Boots are a hell of a lot better for traveling then shoes are, and mine were already falling apart before this whole thing started.




Alright, now to change the subject away from fashion and more to my close call today….

Ben has been depressed since his daughter died in his arms, and although he isn’t locked in a depression that is keeping him from functioning normally, I have been noticing that he has been missing zombies an awful lot, causing me to have to step in before they get close enough to him. It’s almost as if he wanted them to get close enough to him to kill him, although he wouldn’t admit it.


Well, my thoughts were confirmed when I was putting on the new boots I looted. As I was trying them on, Ben was suppose to be watching my back in case one of those ******** snuck up behind me. One was shambling toward him, while he just stood there. Wouldn’t even aim his shotgun at him.

“Benn!!!” I shouted while simultaneously trying to stand up to help him out. My boot wasn’t on all the way, and with how clumsy I can be from time to time….this was the time; I tripped and fell over.

Ben fell next to me, with his assailant chewing away happily at the spot where his heart is located. Blood seeped from his wounds, flowing until my head was sitting in it.

I scrambled to get my pistol out of it’s holster, and gasped as I felt nothing but my leg and whatever material these Jeans are made of. I left my pistol with my other pair of pants!


I quickly and clumsily tried getting my feet, with my companion’s blood dripping from my hair. (Ironic; Red hair stained with Red Blood.)

The Cannibalistic monster that did Ben in noticed that his second helping was on his feet again, so he stood up as well. The b*****d grinned at me, with blood all over his mouth. Ben’s blood.

He made a semi-loud snarling sound, and rushed forward to try grabbing me. I backed up, dodging him, while also trying to think of a way to fight this thing! I remembered that Ben was standing guard with his shotgun, so I could use that…..but with the zombie in the way, and clothing shelves on both sides of me, I was kind of unable to get to it easily. The only way to maneuver away from him was to back up. As my only option, of course that’s what I did.

Weapon….weapon….come on Kail, THINK!! I thought to myself. Theres no way in hell I could beat this thing being unarmed. My body is quite frail, and I have little strength. This was a middle-aged man I was facing.

I searched my surroundings for anything to use. A blunt object would do perfectly….


I backed up to the back wall of the store, and my foot stepped on a metal object. I glanced down and it was a folding chair. Not my general idea of an effective weapon, but It was all I had. I picked it up, and the zombie was leaning in to pin me to the wall. I raised the chair up, blocking his face from being able to bite me. His arms wrapped me in his deadly embrace, and he attempted to bring me to the ground.

Well, his attempt succeeded, and all my mind could muster at the time was oh s**t, oh s**t!!! and this is the end!!!.


The metal folding chair made a great shield from his face to my body, but his weight highly outmatched me. I was even more helpless now, pinned to the ground with a 180 lb zombie on top of me.


I tried pushing his head to the right; in an attempt to push him off and away from me. It worked, as he rolled off, but gripped his arm to my waist to keep me from getting away. I lifted the chair back, and bashed it into his head. It was a weak attack, as expected from me, but it helped in keeping him from getting closer to tearing at my flesh. After a few tries, along with me trying to inch out of his grip, he managed to lose it and let go. I struggled to my feet, while this monster tried crawling after me, groping for my feet. Damn, this guy was determined!!

I jumped over him, and ran for where I left my other pants. It was a short-ish distance away; just had to maneuver around clothing racks and shelves. I found it, took my Glock from it’s holster, turned around as swiftly as I possibly could, and aimed at the head of my pursuer emerging from behind a clothing rack. Squeezing off a round, I hit him in the Shoulder. Two more, and I hit his torso and throat. Blood exploded from the new opening I just gave him, spilling all over the ground like a bucket of crimson red paint.

The freaky thing about this was that HE WAS STILL MOVING!!!!!

Taking careful aim this time, I took my fourth shot, which was a direct hit straight through his forehead. A blank expression was printed onto his face, with the rest of the wet paint spilling all over his chest, and in a few seconds, under his body on the floor.

I sighed and fell back onto the chair my pants were sitting on. This was….unbelievable. I was alive.


After resting for just a moment, I walked over to Ben’s body to retrieve his weapon and pay my respects. Almost 10 minutes ago, he was my partner. My friend. Now he was grabbing my leg.

Out of being surprised, I shot the remainder of the rounds in my magazine into Ben. This time, he was dead for good. That was two close calls I had, and it’s a shame that Ben couldn’t have been as lucky as I. Wait….Oh right, Ben let the thing get him, and thus endangering me. >.>

Still, I paid my respects and retrieved his pump-shotgun from the floor. I booked it out of the store, and met up with Jake back at the car, where he was looking after the kid. I think maybe he’s grown attached to him. Like he’s decided that he is going to be his protector from now on. As for my own thoughts, I think this kid is likely to die next.

Well, now it’s just the three of us. We’re on the road again, still heading to St. Louis.



- Nice uses for your towel, by the way. >.>

Yes well I carry a sword into battle - a ******** claymore to be exact.

Naw, I'm kidding. Actually, I've been sick since the trip from the mall. Everyone's paranoid as hell, so they decided it's best if I stay in one of the rooms alone for a few days until it's clear I'm not going to be a zed. Really, I didn't get bit or anything, I even said I'd strip down and show them that I'm just bruised - sadly none of them looked interested (or so i like to pretend) Funny that I got sick though, with my immunity system being Chuck Norris on steriods and all. I'm guessing it's from the food though, my body's just not used to so much vitamins and healthy crap.

I picked the main office (as it has computers, a television and a bathroom not to far) so yeah, hell I'm using the school's computers - since you know, we have electricity going and I would rather not waste my batteries. By the way, I've tried many sites, and guess what's still up? Runescape! Guess how many people are logged on? Zero. Guess this s**t just isn't in the US - that or everyone in the world got WoW. I would log on, but then I would feel like a complete loser. Really, the zombie apocalypse and I'm still playing that damn game? By the way, the television doesn't have anything at all running, the news program however shows a warning message to evacuate, that's it. Damn I wish I took our DVDs from the Y - so goddamn bored.

Anyway, not much to report, they've been going to get the rest of our supplies and weapons from the Y, it's been a bit to quiet from what they said, besides their encounter at a gasoline station. I feel pretty useless though, unable to help. Not just that I'm sick, but I've been none-stop exercising and lifting weights to build muscle (after all, I don't want my crowbar arm to just give out during a trip) and being a cripple already, it's massive more pain all at once. If I couldn't handle this s**t, I would be whining like a b***h. Going to see if we can loot the pharmacy, we could use somethings for when this kind of stuff happens. Plus, I don't know if maybe like antibiotics would help if you're ever bitten, but it's worth a shot right?

Hell, they're all so close now that I think they would even try to amputations if it would mean saving them. Really don't think that would work either, but still, it's depressing they're all so buddy with each other and I'm only close to that fat chick (though she's starting to slim down from you know, only eating enough to survive and the exercise from all this) and this anorexic dog (though, he's starting to fill up from actually having food for once, and yes he's in the room with me, guess it's their way of saying they don't like my dog)

PS, I taught Ein how to sit. What have you done with your life?

PSS, Dude. I was looking through the councilor's desk and computer, and I found porn and pot. Once they let me out of this room, we're going to have a good time. XD

You guys should get a van or any big vehicle really, they're awfully helpful since they can hold so much crap. What we've been doing when we get close to running out of gasoline is we actually take it from other cars - Joe's the one that knows how to do this, but I'm sure you can figure it out. Just google this s**t man! XD

On the subject of fuel - Mary had the idea of maybe us taking an electric car, so we wouldn't have to worry about that. Personally, I think the idea sucks since our armored van works awfully well and provides excellent protection, though her idea got shot down big time a few night ago.

None of us questioned how we got electricity, but a few nights ago all the electricity just went out. They freaked since I just had to say maybe the zeds got smart and cut the power and were currently trying to get to us, don't worry that wasn't true. What's worse about it is that we had food in the freezers (stuff that wasn't canned or dry) and all of it rotted, real shame.

By the way one of our guns got jammed. Actually it's a good thing, when they went to check on me days ago if I was, you know really just sick or one of them, I jokingly said 'BRAAAAAAAAAAINZ' and they almost shot me, the gun got jammed though, so yeah. That could have been a big problem if it was really a zombie they were aiming at.

We came to the conclusion (by that I mean I did and forced them to listen) that everyone that didn't evacuate provably hid somewhere (obviously) So with that said, we could find others if we look for them in buildings likely to hold someone safe. However, that also means that they might be infested with zeds (such as how the mall was - and if you're wondering, we have seen a lot more lately, guessing they're finding their way out) So we were trying to figure out where to look.

There's a civic center almost right across the street. It's our best bet to look for survivors, but if we're wrong and look, it's a deathtrap. We've been watching it the last few days, if the phone lines still worked, we could just call and see if there's an answer, but yeah...

Just down the street of the school there's a grocery store (it's actually the place I always used to go to for energy drinks XD) We decided to look there and loot if we can, we went as the usual team of two (I'll explain a little later - just know it consisted of me and Les) We found three people, which is great! And even better - I took so many Monsters and smokes that I'm a happy boy. Anyways, they are;

Tom - He's in 40s, he's not very useful all around to be honest, he worked as an accountant ffs! He's the dad of the two below. This idiot didn't see how dangerous it was and got into the store with his kids, said it completely empty, and before he knew it he had those ******** outside of the doors. Actually, this moron would have gotten them killed if all of our gunfire noise me and Mr Baker did back then didn't lure them to us instead.

Blake - He's a teenage brat, younger than me. Thinks he can fire a gun because he's played video-games, he tried, failed and now he's not allowed to do squat outside, BWAHAHAHA! n_n

Amy - She's like 10, cute kid. It's a shame someone her age got stuck in this you know? She's kind of oblivious to what's going on, actually I don't think anyone's going to tell her, I don't know the lies they're telling her about what's going on, but hey it's working.

Wse're getting better organized. We made our roles and have our rules going for us. Like, we have walkie talkies to get whoever is inside to open the garage-like doors so we can get the van in and whatnot without having one of us get out and pull that ******** up while leaving themselves completely exposed.

Turns out Mary was actually studying to be a doctor, which is great really, we could use someone to prescribe me vicodin! XD We elected her our leader, since she's really the most level headed one of us (Tom doesn't like this, provably his man jelly wanting to be superior or some crap) Joe is our official driver. He doesn't do much besides stay in the van with a firearm when we're looting, really because we've just been looting and getting back in a hurry so we're not killed or anything. Mary appointed him since you know how couples get, they don't want the other person to die and whatnot.

Me and Les work as infantry. We go into places, we look for survivors, kill the bad ******** and we loot. We work great as a team, could kick you and Jake's a** any day! XD Her shooting works very well with my disregard for my life and the used to be lives of the dead after all!

Mary hasn't really thought of what the new ones should do, we just have them clean the van and open the garage-like doors for us really. Though, I do have Amy take care of and play with Ein when I'm not around or when I'm to damn tired. But that Tom guy.. I just can't seem to trust him. Provably the paranoia speaking, but I think he's up to something.

We have enough food from looting to last just the three of us for YEARS, but counting we doubled in numbers and they'll keep rising since we're taking little risks, it might not last as long as we thought - but we'll worry about it then! Mary had a genius idea, about getting solar panels on the roof. We have no idea how to do that, but it would work if we could figure it out. Especially since it got incredibly cold last night, at the negatives - some heating would be great really.

PS, I WANT TO b***h SMACK THAT LITTLE BLAKE ******** SO MUCH D<