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zDay 11 – Mistakes

I have no idea is these posts are even going anywhere. If they are cheers to WordPress for having some serious automation in a time of crisis. Had to ditch the laptop a while back. It was slowing me down too much. Plus it kinda stopped working after I had to crack one of these fuckers over the head with it. Thank God for phone apps.

Note to self: Avoid hospitals and police stations at all costs.

I dunno what the fuck I was doing. I guess movies had an influence on my decision cuz I seriously thought I could float on over to the local PD and possibly pick up some weapons (or at least bullets for this damn gun) and be in and out like the wind. Like no one else had the same idea. Like I was the only person alive who would think of that. Dumbass.

The cops… or whoever was holed up inside… weren’t about to open up their doors and roll out the red carpet. The building was under siege like something out of the Crusades. It was unreal. Bodies upon bodies upon bodies. They stacked up almost a man high and they just kept on coming. Relentless I tell you. I watched from the overpass leading to the Transit Center building. So much attention was being focused towards the PD that I was able to slip in and out of buildings unnoticed. Hell I even found a working outlet to charge my phone for a bit.

I can’t tell how they can sense us yet. They don’t seem to be able to see any better than we can because I’ve been able to slip by a few under the cover of darkness. Maybe they can smell us or something. Course I dunno how that’s even possible. The stench around here is absolutely paralyzing. I suppose I’m starting to get used to it. Hell, I haven’t showered in a few days now and I can’t even tell. I know I must wreak but compared to this… sheesh.

Anyway, the police station was just totally fucked so I left. I started heading north and there came bonehead move number two – getting too close to St. Mary’s hospital. I guess that I was so used to that route that I instinctively was drawn there. Okay… seriously, even if you’re hurt, don’t go to the hospital. You’re better off tending to yourself because hospitals are like a zombie factories at this point. Unlike the PD where they had limited access ways in, hospitals are all about having multiple ways in. God… it must have been like a buffet in there for them. Oddly enough, in a twisted sort of way, it still kinda looks like a hospital. People coming in and out constantly. It just sucks that the people are dead.

I was camped out in the bushes across about a block away from the main entrance. I saw a mangled Ford Focus come racing down the block plowing into zombie after zombie. After about the 6th or 7th hit the driver, a middle aged Hispanic looking man with a prematurely receding hairline and a pencil thin mustache, lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the side of the library across the the street from the hospital. The deadheads swarmed like ants on a candy bar. I was tempted to go and help but there was too many of them. They poured out of the hospital like a wave of decaying flesh and washed over the car. The man managed to force his way out the driver side window and tried to pull someone out with him. Her frail little arm suggested it was probably his daughter or something. He wasn’t able to wrestle her free from the swarm. I watched as he clung onto her arm even as they started tearing into his flesh. He never let go. He never screamed. He just had his eyes locked onto her hers.

I’m going straight to hell…

I can see Two Harbors in the distance. Doesn’t look to be any better off than Duluth but I’m gonna investigate anyway. I shouldn’t be out here during the day but my eyes are so strained from skulking around in the darkness that I decided to take a chance and do some day running.

Hope I don’t end up regretting this…

Stay strong and stay safe people.

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zDay 9 – Sarah

I remember one particular a day a long time ago… March 5th, 2000. The sun was bright but the air was cool – cool enough to wear a sweatshirt and feel fine. A perfect day, as my father would say, to get things done. He enlisted the aid of my brother and I to help him do the flashing on his roof. Far be it to call in a contractor, no… my father was old school. He always said “If you got two hands you can do anything yourself”.

Six hands meant the sky was the limit.

It hadn’t rained in almost two weeks and the wind was a gentle kiss on the cheek. There we were, the Foree men standing triumphantly on top of my parent’s 2 story colonial as if we were doing this for years. I didn’t have a clue. I would just do as I was told. My father played the foreman role well. I don’t consider myself to be a complete sap when it comes to handiwork but some things are better left to the professionals.I can’t say for sure what happened. I’ve always stuck to the little white lie of a bird hitting me in the head, but that so wasn’t the case. I was trying to tack down my section of underlayment when my knee just buckled. I kinda did an ass-over-tea-kettle roll forward and right off the roof.

Thank God for safety harnesses, huh?

Oh wait. Pops didn’t believe in those. Expensive pieces of crap. You can get the same level of protection with just some laundry line wrapped around your waste and secured to a solid spot. Well, I’m not sure how much pops tested that safety feature out but lemme tell you first hand, I’d go with the safety harness in a heartbeat. I thought I was going to die. As soon as my death roll started my heart jumped into my throat as I watched the world spin around me. Then I was airborne for what felt like a minute but what I was later told to be a blink of an eye. I was quite certain I was going to land head first on the walkway, but then a whole new feeling shot through my body. My safety line  snapped straight and immediately halted my descent. Let me just say that I believe the bottoms of my boots touched the back of my head. The only thing I can equate it to is imagine tying a rope around your waste  and fastening the other end to a Ferrari leaving a lot of slack then telling said Ferrari to gun it and take off in the opposite direction.

Yeah. Not pleasant.

My back was completely fucked. I thought I snapped in two.  I was certain I was going to be paralyzed because of this. When they lowered me to the ground I could feel all my extremities but there were shooting pains lighting up my whole body. I couldn’t stand and pretty much slumped down in this weird half-sitting half-slouching position. Thankfully mom wasn’t home at the time. She would have probably wanted to give me one of her home remedies. Yeah. She had a home remedy for everything.

Scott called the paramedics and thankfully they got there before my pops could load me into his Valiant. You don’t wanna go to the hospital in an ambulance. They’ll charge you an arm ‘n a leg and take your brother’s while they’re at it. Scotty managed to run interference with my pops while the paramedics helped me into the back of the ambulance. I was whisked away to St. Mary’s.

I hadn’t broken my back  after all but apparently the medics felt I was okay enough to be brought to the receptionist’s desk and fill out some paperwork. That’s where I met my beloved Sarah. She had on these cute purple scrubs with little Pooh bears all over them. Her hair was tied up in a pseudo-bun-like thing leaving a few chestnut tendrils that would brush against her neck. God she was beautiful. She had that kind of natural beauty where she didn’t even have to wear makeup. Her skin was light coffee and her chocolate brown eyes could burn a hole right into your soul. She had these pouty lips that gave her this added look of concern even if she wasn’t.

Of course when I caught sight of her I did what any self-respecting man would do – I faked like I wasn’t in that much pain. Our eyes met for an instant while she was asking me my name and immediately I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it! It’s like I reverted into a 12 tear old again. I was sweating profusely –  largely because it felt like a large man was standing on my left kidney but not entirely. Her voice was mesmerizing. Slightly deep and rich not whiny and shrill like a lot of young women’s voices tend to be. She came out from behind the desk and actually helped me over to a seat near by. There was legitimate concern in her touch. She sat down with me and to my shock, took the clipboard from me and started filling things out for me. We eventually go to the subject of how I ended up there and I playfully informed her of my father’s candidacy for Safety Chief and explained the whole story. She couldn’t help but to curl the ends of her mouth into a uncontrollable smile upon hearing what happened.

God I loved her smile.

It wasn’t busy in the Emergency room which was surprising to me. I’d never been in one before so I was kinda expecting to see a total movie scene. Interns rushing bloodied and dying people in on gurneys, hundreds of patients waiting to be tended to with varying degrees of injuries and ailments and an undermanned hospital staff barking obscenities to anyone who approached the desk. It wasn’t anything like that. I think John Lennon’s Power to the People was playing in the background as only the two of us sat there in the empty waiting room. I knew I would be taken away after the paperwork was done but I didn’t want to leave her side. In the short time I was there I felt utterly comfortable around her – even with the searing pain going through me. I knew my time with her wasn’t going to last and I was so choked up with nervousness that playing the cool nonchalant role wasn’t going to fair too well. I looked down at her left hand and noticed she didn’t have a ring on. Like an idiot, I actually blurted that out…

No ring, huh?

She giggled softly and teasingly fired back with “Are you trying to insinuate something?”

She knew she had me balled up in knots. Chicks know these things from get go and she knew full well that I was wrapped around her little finger from the beginning. Of course I fumbled and bumbled my way to a half assed reply. I think I said something along the lines of no no I just think you’re beautiful or something lame like that. She laughed once again. I think she was more amused with how absolutely asinine I was behaving under deres. Nothing like trying to be cool when there’s absolutely no possible way you can be. I was sweaty, partially slouched over and kept trying to put on this it’s-no-big-deal smile the whole time.

One of the residents on duty came into the waiting room and disrupted my magical moment. Sarah finished the paperwork and set the clipboard in the seat next to her. She didn’t even hand them to the doctor. She took hold of my hands, looked me straight in the eyes and said “You’re not feeling too well right now. Why don’t you pay me a visit when you’re all fixed up. You know where I work.”

She smiled warmly and gave me a wink that I still have dreams about today….

I only have 3 bullets left…

I need to get out of this city. There’s nothing left for me here…

zDay 8 – Moving on

Surprise. Surprise. I didn’t think I’d be here writing yet another blog entry but alas… here I am.

A lot has gone down since last I wrote. I managed to sneak out of the Bat Cave and round up a backpack chock full o canned goods. Of course brilliant me didn’t factor in the whole can opener conundrum once I got back so I’ve been forcing my way into them with the use of my handy rusted screwdriver. Bah… what’s a littler tetanus when it comes to chowing down?

The shit has really hit the fan out there. It’s amazing how much the landscape has changed in just a few days. Slowly but surely I’ve been hearing less screaming and far fewer gun shots. The fires are burning themselves out and chaos is winding down. Only the incessant moaning dominates every waking moment now. I try to tune it out but it’s so hard to. It’s almost subliminal at this point.

Look at the new toy I picked up when I was out scavenging for food  the other day…

Not like I can go Lethal weapon on anyone. I’ve never even fired a gun before so I guess I’m in for some on the job training. Can’t waste ammo though. From what I see there’ve been several shots fired with this already and the clip looks to have only 4 bullets remaining. Better make them count.

Shit.

I better stop taking pictures. I charged my phone last night so it’s going to have to last. The power went out earlier today so I’m running on battery power with this laptop now. I guess I shouldn’t write too much either, huh?

I need to get out of here. This place just isn’t going to cut it anymore. I’ve rested up as much as I can considering the circumstances and got a bit of food in my gullet. I’m gonna try to find my wife. I don’t know how or where to start.

Home I guess would be the best place. God I hope she’s alright. She’s a smart girl. I just hope she was able to get somewhere reasonably safe. <sigh> It’s probably just wishful thinking. I’ve been trying to prepare myself for the worse outcome but … how can you really prepare for that? I guess I’ll just have to wing it and see how it goes. I’ll have to move under the cover of darkness. I can’t tell if they can “see” as well at night or not yet but my clandestine approach is more in response to the survivors out there.

Bandits is more like it.

Doesn’t take long for society to break down and get self destructive. Watch your backs out there folks. Zombies aren’t the only threat.

Till next time people (hopefully).

Stay safe. Stay strong.

zDay 3 – The Beginning

I can’t believe I got this to work.

Who’dve thought there’d still be hot spots in a situation like this. Hell… who’dve thought fucking wordpress would be around for that matter. In any case, I’m glad. So long as it works I ain’t gonna question it.

Geez… where to begin? So much has happen that it’s hard to pick where to start.

I suppose with a name, huh?

My name is Duane Foree.  I’m a stock manager at Kmart in Duluth, Minnesota … or well at least I used to be one. I’ve been awake for about 48hrs straight now. I’m not exactly sure where I am right now. It was so chaotic that I had no idea where I was trying to go. I just needed to get away. Get to someplace safe.

Safe. Ha!

That’s a joke of poor taste. I don’t think any place is safe right now.  God… the screaming. That’s all I hear. Screaming. Gunshots, explosions…fires and that persistent moaning. Even amongst all the chaos going on out there you can still hear them… moaning and groaning in unison like some sort of demonic choir.

I know what they are. I’ve seen enough zombie flicks in my time to know what to expect but my God… I never in a million years would have expected it to really happen. I mean c’mon. Zombies? Undead stalking the living?? It sounds hokey even saying it… but here I am… sitting in the corner in a dank smelly basement of some house I have no idea who owns.

Here’s a snap from my phone of my current fortress of solitude…

Nice huh?

I kinda happened upon this spot totally by accident. There was a mob of them right on my ass and I was trying to shake them through some backyards. Every time I thought I was making headway, more would just show up. I figure I was making too much noise in my hasty escape and they were just keying in to where the sounds where coming from. When I finally lost sight of them for a moment, I forced my way into the basement window of the house I was near. I blocked off my way in and quickly used whatever was available down here to barricade the door leading down here. I have no idea if there are people up there. Living people. I hear footsteps. Lots of footsteps. I can’t tell. They move so fucking fast that it could be people running or them chasing.

The movies lied…

They sure as fuck don’t lumber around and waddle towards you. They run. Very fast I might add. No one is ready for this. I know I sure as hell wasn’t… aren’t… whatever. It’s burned into my mind right now. Seeing Judith get jumped right outside of work. It was only 3 of them but they moved on us with such tenaciousness that I swore it had to be  a robbery or something. They pounced on her like jackals to a carcass. I pulled one off of her as soon as they appeared and tossed him to the ground really hard. His clothes were soaked in blood and the right side of his face was caved in. I was paralyzed. His face hit the pavement with such force that I literally mashed his face in and yet… he quickly scrambled to his feet and attacked me.

All I remember was it felt like he had a hundred arms because when he knocked me off my feet that’s all I saw. Hands clawing at me from all directions. I managed to kick him off of me for a brief moment, allowing me to get back to my feet. I wanted to help Judith…I truly did. When I cast a glance over to where she was all I could see was them hovering over her like lions feasting on a fresh kill. Her leg twitched as they continued to bite at her mercilessly. By that time the one that was after me was back on his feet and rampaging towards me.

So I ran.

I ran as fast as I could. Everything was a blur at that point. It was so surreal. I guess that what happens when a person goes into survival mode. The world seemed to slow down. Everyone else was moving slow motion while I just blazed by. At first I thought I would try to track down a cop or something but as I was running… I don’t know where… I saw  a few others in full-on panic, knifing their way through the streets with nothing more than the clothes on the backs. Everyone else seemed oblivious until it was too late.

They swarmed. From different directions, from alleyways, from buses, from the highway. There was no rhyme or reason as to where they were coming from but one thing was certain – they were gaining numbers fast. Dammit… I can’t remember every detail while I was out there. It’s sorta like trying to remember a dream. It was so fresh in my mind but now I feel thoughts trickling away. I just remember running – constantly. Hell, I even laid in garbage bin for God knows how many hours just because I couldn’t run anymore. I may have dozed off while in there. I dunno. You know how it is sometimes when you’re so tired that you close your eyes for what feels like a split second and time just flies by. I’m sure that must have happened once or twice while in there.

So here I am now, in some stranger’s basement blogging. Gotta love WiFi. I used to blog pretty much every day when I’d come home from work. It helped me unwind. It was almost therapeutic to talk about the high and low points of my day to the faceless masses of the Net world. Back then what I wrote was trivial at best but at least now my writing can  hopefully serve as some kind of historical record of how it all went down. Why am I doing this? The world needs to know. They need to know this shit is real. This isn’t the movies where you can watch the ordeal from a safe vantage point. Fuck. I don’t know how it went down. I just know what I got thrust into…

I found this laptop while searching around for something to eat down here. Who keeps a laptop in a crappy basement? I’m shit out of luck. I was hoping this was one of those basements with like an old fridge in it or perhaps some pickled goods some old granny had stored down here but unfortunately I’ve found nothing but trash, dust and centipedes. Thankfully there’s a basin down here so I have water (for now)  but I’m gonna seriously have to consider venturing back outside to get food. As it stands I have the following to keep me nourished…

Yeah that’s right. A quarter of a box of Nerds that I had on me when everything started and a half used box of baker’s chocolate I picked up while I was in that dumpster. Yum yum.

I’m probably at the delirious point from being up so long cuz I feel like I’m starting to babble a lot. In all likelihood this will probably be the one and only entry into the Z journal. God willing when I finally pass out they’ll kill me in my sleep so I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore. I shutter to think what has happened to my parents…and my wife. Every time I think about it I just break down and cry. Having seen what those fucks so first hand I just… I just don’t want to think about it. I tried to call a while ago but the cell towers must be out in this area. Ha! Beat that. I can sit here and blog but I can’t even make a phone call.

Maybe I should send an email. lol

Wouldn’t that be a hoot? I guess it’s better than sitting here rambling on forever.

Let me say this to whoever reads this – don’t hesitate. These things don’t and every second you waste contemplating is another step they gain on you. Bravery means nothing if your innards are falling out of their mouths. Live to fight another day is what I say. Don’t try to leave the city or even your home. The congestion of people, cars and mayhem outside just makes it a  smorgasbord for them. I’ve been holed up here for about a day and a half. While I know it’s not safe, it’s better than those poor bastards I hear screaming out there for hours on end.

Stay strong. Stay safe.

If luck will have it, you’ll hear from me again.

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