Hddad
07-24-2009, 08:14 AM
24072012,
Evening,
18:30
Outskirts of Poplar Bluff, Missouri
"Trowa Barton"
The unspeakable horrors I've encountered as of yet. So much confusion swirling in a thick, imperviable fog within the confines of my mind. The questions that race through my mind without hesitation. What has happened to us all? Why? When was the original outbreak? Outbreak.. This is the conclusion my fellow survivor have come to rest with. Unknown is the cause of the outbreak. My fellow survivor, however....
I'm boggled by the fact that only us two remain. Afterburn, or so he calls himself, is the only.. Other like myself in this hell hole. I know little of this man whom I entrust my life with; however, the same could be said for me, in the end. He's driving right now in this vehicle he reprimanded.. A semi with the works.. How fortunate for us that he happened to find such a vehicle in working shape. The mayhem that I've seen.... The carnage that people have done in flight.. At least I believe so.. No traces of humanity remain it seems.. With each passing town.. each city... I come to the conclusion that we are the only two.. living? I hope not.. However, I am thankful that I am not alone... Alone.....
How can we be so.. alone in this? How far is this.. outbreak? We are headed west.. The sign we passed earlier being Poplar Bluff, Missouri. We've already checked for survivors already.. Each.. Human, for lack of better description of these beings, are horrific monsters.. Their flesh is decaying.. As if several pieces of meat have been torn off even on some. How can this be? And still be walking? What has happened to these people? The further Afterburn and I travel, the same result befalls us in the end.. Just like my home town.. And his from what he told me.. We've simply labeled them the 'infected'.. A proper name for them, I'd say.. Damn! How can there be no survivors other than us two?! I know there has to be more! But every time it's the same result! Even radios are nothing but static.. Endless hours of static... Making my mind go mad..
I've been left to my thoughts often as I lay here in the sleeper of the semi... The sound of the engine's constant purr trying to lull my body to sleep, however, my mind refusing. My mind.. I often think I'm slowly losing it.. Working on the edge of simply snapping at any moment.. With all this chaos happening so quickly without the ability to process everything.. The.. futility of our situation.. The entire sense of aloneness.. The idea of.. What has happened to everyone.. All I can hope for is we find more survivors.. To save them from the fate of these 'infected' that continue to grow in numbers with each passing mile.. No matter how many we kill. It's as if something is keeping their bodies moving.. Some unknown force causing them to seek living objects.. Primarily us two, perhaps? I don't know..
I'm not even sure how all this started.. I know it's been three weeks.. I think.? Since the beginning of all this. I was at work at the time with TV reports of a localized illness that was being contained.. I thought nothing of it at the time, being a simple laborer in a warehouse. However, when I got home, the communications were out in northeastern Indiana, where I come from. Several days passed with no communications and we all began to get worried.. And then people started to fall ill suddenly.. Deathly ill. My father was away in Arizona at the time.. Some visit with his friends out there.. So I continued my stay..
Then it all became apocalyptic at once. People began rioting, those healthy enough, and people seeming to.. mindlessly attack one another.. Killing them and.. horrifyingly enough.. Eating their flesh? Even I wasn't sure.. I did not want to see.. I quickly got my military knife and Beretta and got in my car and left.. Hearing groans as I did within the night.. And I headed south. Every town I visiting with the same results as my small town.. Ransacked, and no person within sight.. I even stopped at one town that seemed like it hadn't been hit yet.. Almost pristine until I got out of my car near the house.. And a man, almost broken down.. His arm broke and ankle.. Hobbling towards me. I had warned him.. Threatened him to stay back but to no avail.. He just kept coming with what I'll always remember... Such dead eyes. So I double tapped him in the chest.. Being a former soldier in the US Army, I knew where to fire to drop someone.. And it did.. Until they started crawling back at me. More rounds were shot.. With still no effect.. Until I finally aimed one for the head.. Their body became motionless and the hisses.. groans became silent.. I immediately looked in the house for survivors but nothing.. Not even another one of.. them.. So I had gathered some supplies and head south again.. Not stopping this time..
La Grange. Technically, the outskirts of La Grange.. I ran into the only one like me it seemed.. This man who called himself Afterburn with his semi. He had already hit up a gun shop so the trailer was already loaded with ammunitions and weaponry. Also some non-perishables. We even welded a reese hitch and car trailer to the back of the semi-trailer to haul the car.. It could be used for searches. And now it leads us to here.. Poplar Bluff, Missouri, just the two of us... alone.. With countless of these monsters we call 'infected' having been encountered..
I am starting to feel drowsy now.. Perhaps my body is forcibly shutting down.. I shall write later, perhaps if I'm still able..
End 24072012, Night 19:45
Evening,
18:30
Outskirts of Poplar Bluff, Missouri
"Trowa Barton"
The unspeakable horrors I've encountered as of yet. So much confusion swirling in a thick, imperviable fog within the confines of my mind. The questions that race through my mind without hesitation. What has happened to us all? Why? When was the original outbreak? Outbreak.. This is the conclusion my fellow survivor have come to rest with. Unknown is the cause of the outbreak. My fellow survivor, however....
I'm boggled by the fact that only us two remain. Afterburn, or so he calls himself, is the only.. Other like myself in this hell hole. I know little of this man whom I entrust my life with; however, the same could be said for me, in the end. He's driving right now in this vehicle he reprimanded.. A semi with the works.. How fortunate for us that he happened to find such a vehicle in working shape. The mayhem that I've seen.... The carnage that people have done in flight.. At least I believe so.. No traces of humanity remain it seems.. With each passing town.. each city... I come to the conclusion that we are the only two.. living? I hope not.. However, I am thankful that I am not alone... Alone.....
How can we be so.. alone in this? How far is this.. outbreak? We are headed west.. The sign we passed earlier being Poplar Bluff, Missouri. We've already checked for survivors already.. Each.. Human, for lack of better description of these beings, are horrific monsters.. Their flesh is decaying.. As if several pieces of meat have been torn off even on some. How can this be? And still be walking? What has happened to these people? The further Afterburn and I travel, the same result befalls us in the end.. Just like my home town.. And his from what he told me.. We've simply labeled them the 'infected'.. A proper name for them, I'd say.. Damn! How can there be no survivors other than us two?! I know there has to be more! But every time it's the same result! Even radios are nothing but static.. Endless hours of static... Making my mind go mad..
I've been left to my thoughts often as I lay here in the sleeper of the semi... The sound of the engine's constant purr trying to lull my body to sleep, however, my mind refusing. My mind.. I often think I'm slowly losing it.. Working on the edge of simply snapping at any moment.. With all this chaos happening so quickly without the ability to process everything.. The.. futility of our situation.. The entire sense of aloneness.. The idea of.. What has happened to everyone.. All I can hope for is we find more survivors.. To save them from the fate of these 'infected' that continue to grow in numbers with each passing mile.. No matter how many we kill. It's as if something is keeping their bodies moving.. Some unknown force causing them to seek living objects.. Primarily us two, perhaps? I don't know..
I'm not even sure how all this started.. I know it's been three weeks.. I think.? Since the beginning of all this. I was at work at the time with TV reports of a localized illness that was being contained.. I thought nothing of it at the time, being a simple laborer in a warehouse. However, when I got home, the communications were out in northeastern Indiana, where I come from. Several days passed with no communications and we all began to get worried.. And then people started to fall ill suddenly.. Deathly ill. My father was away in Arizona at the time.. Some visit with his friends out there.. So I continued my stay..
Then it all became apocalyptic at once. People began rioting, those healthy enough, and people seeming to.. mindlessly attack one another.. Killing them and.. horrifyingly enough.. Eating their flesh? Even I wasn't sure.. I did not want to see.. I quickly got my military knife and Beretta and got in my car and left.. Hearing groans as I did within the night.. And I headed south. Every town I visiting with the same results as my small town.. Ransacked, and no person within sight.. I even stopped at one town that seemed like it hadn't been hit yet.. Almost pristine until I got out of my car near the house.. And a man, almost broken down.. His arm broke and ankle.. Hobbling towards me. I had warned him.. Threatened him to stay back but to no avail.. He just kept coming with what I'll always remember... Such dead eyes. So I double tapped him in the chest.. Being a former soldier in the US Army, I knew where to fire to drop someone.. And it did.. Until they started crawling back at me. More rounds were shot.. With still no effect.. Until I finally aimed one for the head.. Their body became motionless and the hisses.. groans became silent.. I immediately looked in the house for survivors but nothing.. Not even another one of.. them.. So I had gathered some supplies and head south again.. Not stopping this time..
La Grange. Technically, the outskirts of La Grange.. I ran into the only one like me it seemed.. This man who called himself Afterburn with his semi. He had already hit up a gun shop so the trailer was already loaded with ammunitions and weaponry. Also some non-perishables. We even welded a reese hitch and car trailer to the back of the semi-trailer to haul the car.. It could be used for searches. And now it leads us to here.. Poplar Bluff, Missouri, just the two of us... alone.. With countless of these monsters we call 'infected' having been encountered..
I am starting to feel drowsy now.. Perhaps my body is forcibly shutting down.. I shall write later, perhaps if I'm still able..
End 24072012, Night 19:45