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zDay 22 – Camp life

Linwood Lake is pretty awesome. I remember taking day trips up here with mom and pop ages ago.  Everything seemed so vast back then. Course everything is when you’re a child. Lemme tell you this.. it’s even more so expansive now. Hiking through Superior National Forest is no joke, especially when you’re ill equipped to do so.  Girl and I managed to scavenge a few things on our way out of Two Harbors. Nothing really remarkable but some necessities nonetheless. She’s been a real trooper. Ideally I’d love to get her to just stay off her feet for a few days but ya know, based on the circumstances that’s kinda difficult to do.

We actually did come across some good Samaritans on our trek north. Somewhere along Highway 44 we were spotted by a three Humvee convoy of soldiers. I thought we were toast when they shined the spotlight on us but remarkably enough they didn’t fire on sight. The commander.. or Sargent or whatever his rank may be,  called down to us and demanded that we identify ourselves. I was choked with fear so I awkwardly yelped out “please don’t shoot”. I suppose that was enough confirmation for them to allow us to approach. I must say there were some tense moments at first. When they saw me with Girl clinging to my back they were more than a bit suspicious. The fact that she had a leg wound as well compounded the matter. They quickly tore her away from me and restrained her. I couldn’t dare resisting too much or risk becoming highway pizza but quickly tried to explain that she hadn’t been bitten and it was a gunshot wound only. He was skeptical but reasonable. He called his medic over to have a look at her. She was terrified but put up a good front. Once again I was feeling pretty useless. With a pair of M4s still trained in on us I watched helplessly as the medic undressed her wound and examined.

I guess they’ve dealt with quite a few bite incidents because he quickly ruled it out and immediately started giving the injury the professional attention it needed. I breathed a sigh of relief once Duke motioned to the other grunts to form a perimeter and watch out for deadheads. I dunno why I called him Duke right now. He never did introduce himself but he reminded me so much of Duke from the GI Joe cartoon I couldn’t help but relate it to him. Anyway, he did say he was from the Marine Safety Office in Duluth and that the city was officially sacked. He and his squad were on the way up to Thunder Bay to link up with some Canadian forces they’d been communicating with for the past few days. Apparently this is a worldwide event after all so everyone is kinda scrambling at this point.

Duke offered us a seat in one of their trucks, but when I looked back at Girl I could see she wanted no part of this. Probably all the hardware that was freaking her out. Or maybe it was that she knew no good would come of it. I kinda had that feeling bubble up in my stomach when he made the offer so perhaps we’re on the same page about this. After a long pregnant pause I sheepishly turned him down. He didn’t seem put off by my response surprisingly but looked genuinely concerned. He asked if I had any protection and I humbly showed him my wonderfully hand-crafted table leg with a chain wrapped and nailed to the top and my utterly useless 3 bullet pistol. He took a look at the dried up gore and remnants of hair on the club and cracked the faintest of smiles.

“Well you look like you’re doing just fine with that one”

He took the pistol from me. Like a pro he pulled the slide back and popped out the chambered round. He then ejected the clip and checked it out. He looked down the barrel briefly and shrugged as if he approved of something. We walked over to the rear storage compartment of the lead vehicle. I waited as he fiddled around with all kinds of supplies inside. A few moments later he hands me a rather heavy camouflage rucksack along with my pistol.

“This is a MOLLE. It should have enough to keep you going for another couple days at least. I threw in a couple extra clips for you as well. Keep it clean and you should be able to use it indefinitely. Just don’t go dropping it all over the place.”

I had no clue what the fuck a MOLLE (pronounced Molly) was but I wasn’t going to turn down the gift. I quickly strapped it to my back and made my way back to the middle vehicle. The medic was just about done patching her up again. He commended me for keeping the wound clean and gave me what looked a diabetic’s pouch with some syringes and a couple vials within it.

Antibiotics. Just in case.


As quickly as they descended upon us, they were packed up and gone in an instant. We stood there and watched as the red lights got smaller and smaller. Finally they were gone and we were surrounded by the ambiguous sounds of the night once again. It wasn’t until daybreak that I was able to fully appreciate what those soldiers gave us. After surviving for what… 3weeks now with little more than the shirt on my back, we now had supplies. Real supplies. Rope, compass, MREs, hydration packs… it was like a survivalist’s stocking stuffer. And bullets. Thank God. I’d been holding on to those last three bullets for the unfortunate even that things got truly dire.

One for them.

One for her.

One for me.

Hopefully it won’t have to come to that now. At least I can take some shots now.  Not like that’d be my first choice. Avoid or bash. That seems to be the most discreet way about going about anything right now. Guns are far too noisy and attract too much attention. I think that’s possibly why Girl didn’t want to go with them. They’re probably heading to a bad ending… which is a shame.

Good luck, Joes.

There’s noticeably less zombies out here. Heck I think we came across maybe 2 since we’ve been in here and that was closer to the city. They seem to go where the “food” is and apparently whatever food was in here is long gone or exhausted. Which puzzles me. There are lots of animals in here. Shit I’ve been dreading encountering a black bear or a pack of wolves but there are other forms of wildlife thriving in this forest but they don’t seem interested. Only living humans. What the hell is it? It can’t be the warm blood or flesh otherwise anything living would suffice. It has to be something!

Oh well… Lord knows I got plenty of time to ponder.

So here we sit, on the deck of a small red cottage overlooking the lake as if nothing was going on out there in the world. The air is fresh and clean here. The breeze coming off the water is chilly, so much so that I’m gonna have to put a jacket on. Maybe we should just stay here? Doesn’t seem like a bad idea considering… but alas… we’ll run out of supplies sooner or later once again and that’ll force us back into the urban areas. I’d love to say we can live off the land but I’m about as skilled at hunting and fishing as I am with car repair. I’m just painfully inept in that department.

Oh well. We’ll see what happens. I’m in no rush and Girl seems to be somewhat comfortable so I guess I’ll just play it by ear.

Stay strong and be safe people.

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.


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.