its worse than anyone ever thought

[dredpiratebunny]

shit shit shit. yeah, these people arent right....theyre walking around attacking each other....catching small animals...crashing through houses.

dont believe what you see in the movies, these things are fast. maybe not marathon runners, but they can move.

i know. they came for me. dad never came back. i went outside expecting to find him grill side, and he was gone. then i saw them. a small grouping coming down the road, all bloody bits and arms at wrong angles. one of them looks like my ex. shit....milford too? its gotta be everywhere. i should have watched the fucking news. what are these things? no more tv though, no time for that now.

thanks god dad kept a crossbow by the bed. with a million fucking bolts.

so far they havent thought to come up to the second floor. i've pegged a few through a crack in the window. keeps them distracted and they go feed on the fallen. i've thrown up twice. i cant afford to leave the window, so i've grabbed the trash barrel.

i can't stay here too long. as rural as this is, theres still a lot of people...no, dead people...no-- undead people wandering around.

i've gotta think. gotta come up with a plan.

joking about octoberfox's and kaytebell's living on top of a mountain in vermont? yeah....not a joke anymore.

shit there's more of them....time to load the crossbow. i'll think of something....

Comments

[greatevil.livejournal.com]

Get ice and cool down don't let them hear you breathing and blend as best you can. I think they can sense our body heat.

Keep alive. We are out here.

[psych0tron.livejournal.com]

rooftop. large firearm.

and whenever one of your comrades is going downstairs to check on something and will "be right back", do yourself a favor and shoot them in the face before they leave your sight.

=)

[lady-mishegas.livejournal.com]

You hang in there. I haven't seen any down here yet... no doubt when they come for us we're all done for, because I wasn't smart enough to arm myself like you. I just hope it's fast.

Hold on, someone's at the door.


...brains...